woman at the fountain

she lingered by the fountain,
with baskets woven by a careful finger,
committing their depths to 24 loaves of bread
(6 loaves in every 4 baskets),
all laid atop assorted rose petals and cotton.
she wore upon her, a thinly stitched sundress,
laced in a hue of sallow cream,
which careened as she made
gleeful ambles around the fountain.
being a dress of slight transparency,
her skin's tan coloration was nearly published
through her outer garment.
naked she'd be without it,
but it provided an elegant touch to her morning visit.
fashioning a tranquility for her tangible senses,
its breath-like fabric danced against her body,
as her chestnut-brown hair
swept across her shoulders in subtle strides.
a segment from a climbing vine
had been braided with long grass,
and she bore it around her slender left wrist boldly.
she claimed her name to be "felicity",
and she stated that she was here to
"spread joy, with some form of song and feast."
children and adults alike gathered around her,
as music gaily resounded from their mouths.
bread and handmade jewelry was handed out,
as smiles bloomed on familiar faces.
a ruddy complected boy remained by a maple,
distancing himself from the gathering just paces away.
being an owner of copper-red locks and a soft smile,
he remembered the woman at the fountain well.
but he gathered the derivative by supposing
one more sojourn would be alright.