The First Day
Sweet maiden’s first day serenades,
Her promise for the year,
A descant laced with hopeful song,
Her landscape, flushed with cheer.
A stealthy start, she creeps, unladen,
Calming, full of pride,
Her secrets stashed beneath her bonnet,
Arms stretched, open wide.
She makes no promise, resting, wanting,
Gliding on fair breeze,
She bows her head, bids fond farewells,
Then floats off through the trees.