A Summer's Day in San Gimignano

I strolled down narrow cobbled streets that day

Beneath red flowers high on windowsills.

A pigeon cooed and sparrows chirped away

As I took in the sights of Tuscan hills.

Tall towers cast dark shadows in the square

As bells chimed on the hour across the land.

A gentle breeze blew calmly through my hair

And saffron ice cream melted in my hand.

A timeworn well stood still amidst the crowds,

Who posed by murals showing coats of arms.

The shade of grapevines and of drifting clouds

Caused dappled light to shine on distant farms.

A summer’s day in this quaint hilltop town

Came to an end as moonlight glimmered down.