blue skies in tuscany distant curving hills,

cypresses and olive grooves and flower-strewn rills.

a scene indeed so tranquil, as if it were but dreams;

here where the senses mingle all it is what it seems.

 

villas and oak trees, old and evergreen,

swallowtales the dance the hours, small lizards rarely seen.

the oriole´s lone recital from a shaded bough;

soft worm breezes that waft the cloudlets slow.

 

blue skies in tuscany distant curving hills,

cypresses and olive grooves and flower-strewn rills.

a scene indeed so tranquil, as if it were but dreams;

here where the senses mingle all it is what it seems.

 

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 rasps its joy

amidst the lilting grasses that beckon and alloy.

 

 

blue skies in tuscany distant curving hills,

cypresses and olive grooves and flower-strewn rills.

a scene indeed so tranquil, as if it were but dreams;

here where the senses mingle all it is what it seems.

 

blue skies in tuscany distant curving hills,

cypresses and olive grooves and flower-strewn rills.

a scene indeed so tranquil, as if it were but dreams;

here where the senses mingle all it is what it seems.