Paul Verlaine. (№ 325612)

A morning in the sun wheat gold
Gently heated, the dew still glistening.
Night freshness of the blue are still clear.
Leave the house, though there is no need; visible
On the waves of fragile grass flowing into the distance, yellowing,
Alder old overgrown alley.
To breathe easily. Sometimes, to fly in the garden,
Straw carries a birdie or fruit;
Behind her on the water flickering lights.
That's all. Dreamer Mila this picture.