Ishita
Ishita tip-toes among flowers pale, Assuring bare feet touch nothing but grass; She looks like she slipped from a fairy tale, Aglow, her dress of opalescent glass.
Past flowers she tip-toes, toward the pool Wherein she wades slowly, attentively, Transfusing her dress with the water's cool To mimic its ripples esthetically.
She glides on airily, almost surreal, So gracefully light one can't help but think Her translucent comeliness will reveal A lunar deity's sole earthly link.
Who witnessed Ishita that full moon's night Forever will dream of her taking flight.
--- 13-6-2021, M.A. Tempels ©

















