A particular day

T'is  now springtime in the park green 
Amidst the petunia paths and cool ponds
As I have wandered there by lakes crystal clean
Stumbling past the daffodils towards the fronds
These eyes foresaken by a golden sight 
A temperate blue covering the entire space 
There she lay under the buds of white
Frills decorating the blanket with white lace 
Her mirror glares into a shade pond 
As it stands it appears a feathered duck 
For my heart reflect in the waters gone 
A hare darts as the day rings luck 
For a gentleman in a park on a particular day 
On a Sunday afternoon the twelfth of May