An apricot cloud adorns the sky just there behind the birches the silhouette of leaves in odd array one stem a slender trunk is like a pencil streak with decorations on the tips
and Skorve sits there dressed in grey it is the end of a summers day pale blue the sky up there beyond so far away
the salmon on a plate of blue in the lake of space its crown above and out that vacant stare we watch the passage of that fish that changes shape just there so seeming near
the scene it dominates in green so many variations of colour shape and size the lupins look surprised