innocence

see her there
amid the blowing grasses
soft auburn curls framing a pale face
a tender pout playing at her lips
grey blue eyes lit with naive wisdom
tiny fingers clutch a wilted daisy
dressed in chaste cotton
pure in it’s guileless intent
unfettered by the worries of age
a gift of undefiled simplicity
saturated in her innocence,
a vivid reminder of a simpler time