Tall and slender
Newly torn from the field,
Are their stems, so tender.
Two girls in matching dungarees,
Pursed lips, puffing and pouting
The younger more at ease.
Dogs at their feet, playing chase.
Nothing left to exhale
But here, a breathing space.
Seed heads scatter,
Drifting over whispering grasses.
And turning to look straight at her
I ask, how to tell the time
With ten years, and ten breaths,
My darling Madeleine?