Lady with the white umbrella

Seed heads were dancing upon a soft summer breeze, quivering with sunrays through daubs of flowery meadow, where with a lightest of touch her black skirts and petticoat, fell amongst the richness of colours red blue and white. Listing to the wind or was it listening, she walked through Renoir's summer with pink cheeks glowing, her white umbrella gently resting on one shoulder, so ladylike with its pleasure and elegance.
     In the fullness of time that is summer's glory, not a voice to be heard in the heat-haze that hovered. Bees were busy with mischief and buzzing, in the flowers ripe like corn on the cob, lavender gathering most of the attention, as wildflowers were strewn to the edge of the field, growing haphazard scattered amongst grasses.
     I saw the magic in a painting hung at eye level, as it stood alone but not lost then in a Swiss gallery, nestled into a Rhone river valley of the Valais near hills - but never lost.
     Away in the distance to the sound of the wind, a chirping of birds above the meadow of flowers, winged its way across sweet-smelling grasses and colours more beautiful than a rainbow in autumn, and into an airless moment of my mind I saw this graceful lady in a long black dress black hat to match, walk so slowly before me as to take an endless hundred years on to reach the edge of my life, but the heart was full of Renoir's lady, who will remain as infinite until the sky ceases crying, the hay stops ripening.
     When all the living air raised its voices, she gave me a notion that rested with ease and in the hourless time drifted with Renoir's hand across the pallet she dwelt there well.
     A lake lay yonder along a shaded path, where a stream flows willingly, endlessly after rain and into the waterlily pond, pink and green vibrancy against a lowering sun.
     The rose hips were heavy as they watched her glide by, like a swan through birdsong and soft summer breeze, drifting aimlessly into the distance of time. They nodded their modesty when she smiled upon them, the lady with the white umbrella.