Depicting the Swan Boats in the Boston Public Garden at the start of the day

The Swans Set Free by Jeff Fioravanti

Late Spring rains hush
The final breaths of winter
To bring the greening
Of the grass
Cool upon my back
I stare into
Cloudless blue skies
Asking me to stay awhile
To smell fresh popcorn
As it rides a soft breeze
That tickles my temple
As the busker sings
For coin and paper
She leans into me
Traces my face with a finger
Pressing lips to my ear
And whispers
“I love these days!
Here with you.
To hear the sounds
Of warmer weather
To feel winter’s chains, loosened
And see the swans set free”

15 x 20 Pastel UArt 400 Grit on MountCor
© Jeff Fioravanti July 2, 2024