She was beautiful in the morning light, yellow cast upon the lawn through which she walked, barefooted, feeling cool and wet of night-left dew over ankles, toes, and open soles.
Like fill of the trees in full of leaf, she showed in set of summer adorn. From fair of winter, through wake and tone of spring-touched change, tanned skin shone over open arms and length of legs. Tan was dappled in richness of freckles over all, and her hair, like rays of sun, brightened in its fall and nearing to the earth.
She walked in contemplation then, in merriment and musings on living and natural world around, smile’s showing of her joy.
Quietly, he watched her as she walked in morning muse and mirth: dew-catch of the gold on lawn-tip of green, her skin and hair in catch of the same, white cover of morning wear sole break of the glowing gold, green shadows of her eyes, backdrop glory of the sun.
He smiled as she—radiant—in merriment of musings, witness, wonder and awe for morning beauty before him then.