(for Helen and Warren, February 2013)
A woodland nymph, or so the name suggests:
a sprite, perhaps, best fit for river banks
or bird-filled glades, now an inquiring guest
in our more puzzling world. Let’s just give thanks
for those blue eyes, that eagerness to greet
our fear and wonder with an impish smile,
as if she knows we’re privileged to meet
someone so innocent of earthly guile.
