hyacinth
warm breath on the wind
as her small figure trembling
turns slow, to take humble spins,
feet sweeping softly against land
and in her curves and twists,
and whirls and pivots
each movement
and the air cool on her skin
each movement
her heart grows boisterous,
the thump in her ears,
a tune to lead, to follow again
hyacinth
as she dances
warm breath on the wind