SUMMER
(Miniature)
A dryad on the waterside –
she holds the flowers on her knees.
Why did that naked forest bride
come out? To take a swim? To tease?
Alluring eyes and open lips
that seemed to whisper once my name.
At honeyed breast and waxen hips
she combs her hair shaped like a flame.
But in a wink the vision just…
just disappeared in the air.
There's cany shore and golden dust.
No emerald eyes, no flame-shaped hair.