Ekphrasis, from a picture

 Dreaming of a Moment in Tuscany

 

I’m helmeted and on my bike,

On down a gravel road.

Past tall, thin trees of Tuscany,

Wine’s grape vines in long rows.

 

I look out past the grassy fields,

Past ridge and then next ridge.

I pedal to my favorite spot,

An ancient, arched stone bridge.

 

I clamber down the bushy slope,

Stoop by the stony creek.

And skip a stone to the next bank.

I have a fine technique.

 

I breathe in nature’s sweet perfume

And look up to the sky.

And thank the Father for this scene

And praise His name on high.