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 on 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.
