She sees herself through the eye of a dewdrop
and knows she is not lacking
amidst blue eyed wildflowers and buttercups,
light fluttering on the wings of her lashes
within which hazel nuts seem to hang.
She is a fawn faced woman
leaping alongside her sisters
sure of herself
knowing
the beauty of another woman
can not dim the reflection she sees in the glass,
for when the sun shines across the meadow,
all the colors dance
( A reflection of Genesis )