By Mark Harm

A velvet band of ribbon, crimson dyed
Holding gleaming brown locks from emerald eyes
While a single braid sways softly in a gentle wind
that rustles her turquoise mantle’s delicate fringe
Three marks possessing savage grace
highlight the soft beauty of her face
Upon her right a sun shining bright and clear
Mirrored by an eternal sapphire tear
While twin sable slashes add accent
to her elegant brow’s noble descent
A string of beads basks at the spring sun’s beck
Their polished wood resting upon a slender neck
In perpetual whirls of brown and snowy white
A pair of eagle feathers dances on her right
Reflected by three tiny silver bells that hang
And with every subtle motion softly rang