White heron stalkingthe water's edgeLooking for breakfastAs rain replaces fog.

Fistful of wildflowersGathered on a bright airy dayI will keep you as many daysAs I can in vases on the breakfast tableAnd on my windowsill.You paint the pasture and roadsides.You paint my heart colors of happiness. 

Little rise by the pasture gateSprouting green grassSpitting red and yellow bloomsSoaking up sunlightSinging under a blue sky