(Poem by Wendy Howe)
see also the french version

The evening air
smells cool, sponge-bathed
by wind and pines.

She stands outside
watching fire flies
tune the sky
with magnetic light.

Their glow
pulls the sheer current

of water , grass and white chemise
into a chorus of birds.

She is charmed by their song,
and made to forget
her husband works
past the midnight hour.

When she sleeps
adrift on porch-swing pillows
her fingers stroking tasseled cream,

sparrows coax her to dream;
and lilies shudder
from the breath of lovers kissing
on the bridge at Giverny -

time she spent
sipping light
and its changing hues
           of passion.

© 2011, Wendy Howe. E-mail:Wendy Howe
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(Drawing by Marie-France Rivière)


© 2011, Marie-France Rivière.

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