Pink lily pads and dusty yellow footpaths,
the dark green shadow of Monet’s madame and
light caught in fleeting white
of their son’s bucket hat.

The Riaux Valley reflected
in stunted strokes ~
its stone blues
guarded by green
and ocher offsets. 

In The Olive Orchard, 
peasant skirts and tree trunks
flow by the same curves ~
legs and limbs alive
under the heat of a
gray summer sky. 

Technicolor transformations
of oil into water,
pastel rivers reflect sunsets supreme.
Rouen reminds us of
the sunlit shelters illuminated at dusk ~
miraculously mirrored marvels.