Tuscany Days

 Vivid views softened by late summer haze
help me imagine these Tuscany days.

Autumn mums add to a flowery scene —
a scene from a place where I've never been.

Sampling some cheese and a Classico wine —
our cedars become rich grapes and a vine.

The lawn's a meadow of grasses and herbs;
a sanctuary that no one disturbs.

Cracked asphalt becomes a cobblestone lane,
leading to this — our "Italian" terrain.

Under an awning, we sit and unwind,
savoring moments with no cares in mind.

Strains of Vivaldi's Four Seasons are heard
in counterpoint with the song of a bird.

All beheld from a small bistro table,
playing its part in this Tuscan fable.

Marianne's Song

 

Dwelling in this restful place,

time and time I see your face,

and again I am reminded

of a precious love so rare.

As two flowers that bloom as one,

living on through cloud and sun;

an example of affection,

is the treasured life we share.

Like the softness of a mist

are those cherished lips I've kissed —

you remain my special someone,

holding me in your embrace.

Life’s busy stream does freely flow,

containing fears and cares although,

one comfort there is everlasting;

your tender touch of charm and grace.