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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