Sylvia

She stretches over a wide grassy field after it rains,
shielding all that is beneath.
She float through the trees, sliding across the streets.
the morning light rises,
The dreary chill becomes heat.

Over the lakes and mountians she sits calmly at rest.
Never moving, never making a sound.
Hold your breath she's beautiful.
Blink your eyes, she's gone.

Sylvia