The walls unpeeling, onionlike, we made our carefree way
Into the village in the hills on that midsummer day.
Searching for shade, asylum of green,
We fled the sun that bleached the sky and burned the blue away.
The ancient church stood like a queen, and on her stony feet
The fragrance of the vineyard breathed its perfume in our laughter,
Time and trains have dreamed the day into a memory,
A Day in the Tuscan Hills by Judy Schilling