Girl Riding a Horse in a Field of Sunflowers

Sitting perfectly upright, contented and pensive, she holds in one hand, loosely, the reins of summer: the green of trees and bushes; the blue of lake water; the red of her jacket and open collar; the brown of her pinned-up hair, and her horse, deep in the yellow of sunflowers. When she stops to rest, summer rests. When she decides to leave, there goes summer over the hill.