Friday poetry IV

....for Tressa


Beauty runs naked through my house.
Footfalls splatter down the hall in her flat-footed, stompy run.
Arms akimbo- awkwardly held at her side,
Windmilling around corners or to gather steam.

Beauty runs naked
With her golden hair streaming behind.
Fluttering in the breeze she creates.

Innocence careens around the living room
Careless of falls or sharp edges.
Leaning forward at a precarious pitch.
She hasn't fallen on her face enough to learn circumspection.
(Wish there were another way to learn that lesson!)

Beauty runs naked through my house.
Squeals and giggles spread wall to wall and as high as the ceiling.
Joy resounds in her wake.