Under a patchwork 
Of infant-leafed trees,
With May-whispered breeses
About her face–
Overhead sunlight triggered 
Shadow dances on the surface
Of the creek’s water,

With rolled up pant legs
On unsure and bared feet
In inch-worm-lock scoots,
She waded 
With hands out stretched
In a shaky ballance
A tedious search 
Of a for-certain trail 
Hidden under the spring silt-muddled currents.