grey smears and splashes
in subtly differing hues
watermark an unusually bright sky,
~
a hastily drawn, if clumsy
pastel sketch, beautiful
for its natural composition
~
on this capricious unresolved
half-and-half day,
snow is awaited, like Godot
~
old people watch and talk
plucking memories, like cherries
from the air with their eyes,
~
some, eyebrows are raised in hope
others in consternation, knit close
like angrily folded arms
~
thoughts precede words
which sweep in like a tide
brief, transient, ephemeral
~
they must be quickly grasped
before they are forfeit,
ebbing vaguely toward the ether,
~
nearby the young collide
fearless chaotic fireflies
immune to consequence or damage
~
on this see-saw of a day
multicoloured visitors busy
the hive like worker bees,
~
they do not bring,
but relish taking home sustainable
neatly packaged nectar
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© Graham R Sherwood 03/23
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