Title: The Jardin d'Essai
by Susy | in writing, poetry
A dappled path
below the trees
and fire light
from burning seeds
that cook among the ashy leaves
and sing in angry hue.
One regal man
in whitened silk
strides underneath
the flame filled plants.
He does not see the crimson leaves.
He does not smell the smoke.
He walks (head high)
content to be
in such a summer heat.
As fires burn above our heads
and smoke crawls in our hair;
we must simply breath hot air
and relish in the warmth.
I went to the Renoir Landscapes exhibition and this poem came out of it.
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