Based on La Rêverie by Renoir.
Who would believe that dew drops could birth dimples
or that the hope of spring
could stir the lily that is
to a forget-me-not field,
reaching towards the sun, with the gleam of its warmth in her eyes.
when in seasons I carried her smile-
her rose-kissed cheeks and leafing limbs,
bearing a name
that means ‘God is gracious’
and kissed my head with the favor of a love I learned.
Before Jeanne, I burned
in the garden where now, I raise rosalias.