Bornero Hill, Old Lyme, Connecticut, Frederick Childe Hassam (1904)
‘Twas not to be an ordinary day.
Spring was present but with summers hot touch.
A tree at the hill’s crest offered a stay,
From the above fireball’s sizzling clutch.
A journey of ease is now one of need,
As I feel safe harbor from its cool shade.
To pay for the stay I’d do a good deed.
From my knees view checking each twig and blade.
Reality, I know not what to do.
A rainbow of colors upon the ground.
Pull, not pull, flower, weed, what is the clue?
Frozen. Aware. My denseness is profound.
From my back pocket I take my smartphone,
For pictures of everything of color.
This way my imperfect skills I will hone,
So I’ll learn to be a future culler.