Rolling Hills of Tuscany

Blue Skies in Tuscany

Blue skies in Tuscany,
Distant curving hills,
Cypresses and olive groves…
And flower-strewn rills.

Villas…and oak trees,
Old and evergreen,
Swallowtails that dance the hours;
Small lizards rarely seen.

The Oriole’s lone recital
From a shaded bough;
Soft, warm breezes
That waft the cloudlets slow.

Lilac and yellow broom…
A splash of brightest hue;
Large, dark metallic bees
That visit swift and true.

Hot Sun…and strong scents;
The grasshopper that rasps its joy…
Amidst the lilting grasses…
That beckon and alloy.

A scene indeed so tranquil,
As if it were but dreams;
Here where the senses mingle…
To prove all is what it seems

From the book “Blue Skies In Tuscany” by Hugh David Loxdale


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