You're here today in your spot
Where the footpaths cross
And a little to the left
Under those tall trees
On a patch of flat earth.
Across the grass to the right
The old Plane, magnificent
In structure spreads branches
Like a globe of lightest green
Catching the glittering sun.
Your easel, an old brown relic
With leather carrying handle
Held together by a strap
Carries your canvas and paints
Whilst you wear a tweed cap.
And what I like, standing back
To watch, is the quiet consistency
Of observation; two living forms
Joining in the imagination
To create beauty and truth.
Love Mary
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
You're here today in your spot
Where the footpaths cross
And a little to the left
Under those tall trees
On a patch of flat earth.
Across the grass to the right
The old Plane, magnificent
In structure spreads branches
Like a globe of lightest green
Catching the glittering sun.
Your easel, an old brown relic
With leather carrying handle
Held together by a strap
Carries your canvas and paints
Whilst you wear a tweed cap.
And what I like, standing back
To watch, is the quiet consistency
Of observation; two living forms
Joining in the imagination
To create beauty and truth.
Love Mary
For Ian , my friend who,paints .
Love Maryx