Willow at Dusk

~

this peculiar light

early evening paling 

thinly clothed,

a charlatan stolen from

this morning’s pocket,

I scowl with disbelief at

the cracked willow

bark framed in blue

juxting with each blink

copper grey, grey copper

back and forth,

I stare intently 

to stop blinking,

there it goes again

switch, swap, change

copper grey, grey copper

like someone indecisively

choosing paint 

from a chart,

finally, the choice made

it rests to grey, lead

amongst the dark,

the sky framed taupe

the pattern set

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© Graham R Sherwood 11/24