Pleine-Aire Morning

 

On a peaceful weekend morning

At a place not far from nowhere

 I sat with finches all about me

In an old old trellis arbor

Beneath some pine trees and magnolia

 

I had gone to join the artists

On a pleine-aire outdoor trip

As an early day’s adventure

To make new friends and meet them

In the early part of spring

 

Country sounds of silence

Making country noises in my ear

A car is coming crunching gravel

As it rolls along the driveway

To a neighbors farm for horses

 

While cooing doves are doing there

What cooing doves will do

Over by the orchard trees

Beyond that dobbin’s pasture

For a donkey and two sheep

 

For a few minutes I was resting

Eating lunch and wondering

At peacefulness around

While relaxing with the sounds

Still murmuring in my ears

 

It must be said of pleine-aire

That I didn’t paint much on that day

Nor find new friends nor meet them

Just enjoyed myself while sitting

Lost within the stillness of that place