Monet
could have painted
that sky
could have
done the clouds
just so
have got the colours
in that way he had
but Monet's dead
and I guess God
stepped in
and did it all
Himself instead.
There was that time
she and I lay
gazing at a similar sky
similar colours
but that was
summer though
and a far warmer clime
and she said things like
I love you
and we were young
and knew little
about what scientists say
of sky or clime
as we watched the hawk
flap its wings
but remain stationary
its finely attuned eyes
pinpointing prey
on that warm
summer's day.
Now it's a winter's sky
and chill
but as I sit
and gaze
I think of her
still.
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 4:18 AM UTC
Monet
could have painted
that sky
could have
done the clouds
just so
have got the colours
in that way he had
but Monet's dead
and I guess God
stepped in
and did it all
Himself instead.
There was that time
she and I lay
gazing at a similar sky
similar colours
but that was
summer though
and a far warmer clime
and she said things like
I love you
and we were young
and knew little
about what scientists say
of sky or clime
as we watched the hawk
flap its wings
but remain stationary
its finely attuned eyes
pinpointing prey
on that warm
summer's day.
Now it's a winter's sky
and chill
but as I sit
and gaze
I think of her
still.
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