Words and Pictures


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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