I sensed her by the fallow deer that fed
upon the oak leaves near the sea. And then
around the flooded estuary bed
where egrets hid between large willows. When

a heron waded through the narrow pond
and mingled with the geese, I almost saw
her cherry lips flash like a regal wand,
or damselfly, who quietly withdraws

when humans catch a glimpse. I know she’s here
to gather peacock butterflies and shells,
until thin moonbeams slowly draw her near
and ghostly forms ring silent vesper bells.