Tuscany
a step onto the Tuscan hills
the wind becomes
a singular cello, mellow, dynamic
my eyes swallow, a luminous
embellishment of orderly vine
plump, soon for harvest, then
at tables, about the world
will raise a cheer
as here, love and light
bear fruit
Photo and poem (c) DC Lessoway
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Lovely
my favorite place in all the world