Harlequin

There was once a harvest in this land.
Reap from the turquoise sky, harlequin, harlequin,
Dancing round, three children fill the glade,
Theirs was the laughter in the winding stream, and in between.
Close your talk, the picture fades again
From the flames in the firelight.


All, always the same,
But there appears in the shades of dawning,
Though your eyes are dim,
All of the pieces in the sky.


Didn't actually notice the diamond pattern formed by the reflection on the legs, but it was enough to give me the title for the blip!