Day breaks and the rushing rain
is running rivulets through the grass.
Where her feet tread, water springs,
and speedwell, blue as her eyes peeps.
She walked this way in the dawn,
when the thrush was singing
and the sun a promise behind the hills.
She trod lightly where the iris spears
throng about the overflowing well.
She brought the sun in her fiery tresses
bedecked the fallen willow trees,
and from her swirling skirts
bright water ran and rushed,
shining streams of the eternal sky.