Serenade of the morn *

Lying on the bench,
After a squall and spell
Of rains, whence You
Open a book and do read
A poem or two, how beautiful
You seem to be, as if a part of
Our Love Story,
Also of Romance, which me oft
Leaves in the air , post rains, soft;

As in the breeze cool, pollens ply
As do bees hum, swarms or in groups
As they come, as do butterflies gather
Fancy painted on canvas here and thither,
As do, with songs of Spring , birds chirp
In thickets and bushes, with the morning
Woken and spread,

Light and feathery me like wise becomes,
A whiff of Air, tranquil, blessed and calm.

(*Note: loosely based on a painting as attached, done by Andrei Belichenko, courtesy: Alex Artista, Musica Pittura e Dintorni)