On Walking through France by Penny Stewart
Snap each floral specimen,
Now I nod as I pass
Taking in the heady scents,
The scream and splash of a frog,
A skittering lizard,
and the thrum of a startled bird.
Entering a village I meet
A commotion in bee-laden lindens,
Murmuring pigeons, and then,
In the center:
Whistling and swooping
Amidst the stones of the church.