at Stowe Park
there’s every shade of green here
pale lime through to darker sage
a watercolour wash panorama
across a lean paper-fold horizon,
it’s cold for early April, a chill
still vainly grips our breath
unwilling to give way
to the katkins and blossom that
have begun to colour-in the gaps,
a good friend paints whilst I juggle
sketching pencils, impatiently
abandoning pictures
to go to words scribbled
pell-mell in the margins,
we don’t look at each other’s
work, there’s no need of that
just the quiet, the silent company
the knowing and the spending time
© Graham R Sherwood 04/23
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