Summer's Day

Toward night she walked
with deep conviction of purpose.
Trustfully, and eyes shut blindly, she saw the sun.
Heart-open stride toward the night sun.
Straight into the black she walked.
Toward the end she ran,
seas of hope spilling from her eyes.
Just before the edge
she stopped.
But only to shake down long brown bound hair.
Then off into the night.

by Serin Ball, 1960, (17 years wise).