Pink and white and yellow flowers breathing

After Sisley's 'Foggy Morning Voisins'

Pink and white and yellow flowers breathing
before dawn, the golden light of Venus
in the east. A woman is moving quietly
underneath the oak, the world is created

by broad strokes of color. The fog is hanging
in the air without form, she is moving
on the sphere like clouds move. A fine mist
envelops her body as the Sun's thin rays

spread in the sky. She spreads her words out from
her lips, the names are greys and greens and blues
in gestures. I can hear her fingers move

around their stems, I smell the dew of plants
and breathe the humid air. O spirit of love
melt as the fog she breathes does in the day!