Sky

Last night,
You would have loved the sky.
Round the corner, by the old stone bridge
And it stretched for miles.
You’d have gasped, pulled out your sketchbook
And sat a while, rapt,
Brush in hand,
In love with nature.

So many blues.
Cornflowers mixed navy,
A thousand hues.
Purples, gentle lavender
To ripening plum.
Yellows, a golden light,
Bright through lemon clouds.
And all shades of grey,
Winter fighting a summer’s day.

I can’t do it justice,
Can’t paint with words. 

I wish you were still here.

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