Evening In Tuscany
Seeds from golden Tuscan
fields,
Drifting in the dusk.
A hazy light, so soft and
warm,
The air scented with musk.
A painter's touch, so delicate,
Creates canvasses of dreams,
Of images, of playing light,
Of shimmering, sparkling
streams.
Reddish hues edge passing
clouds,
And to the eyes' delight,
The sun sinks gloriously
behind the hills,
To make way for the night.
Fresh cooling air, a gentle
dusk,
With smells the senses reap.
Just after food, and rich
red wine,
The world drifts off to sleep.
