Oh, I know that desire to find the necessary words for those shifting,
overlapping colours, Martin. A nice gesture at the impossible attempt...
Doug
On 26-Mar-08, at 2:14 AM, Martin Dolan wrote:
> Early autumn slants an afternoon
> of liquid light across the trees,
> jade, olive, lime and emerald:
> So few words for so many greens.
>
> They sway up hills to where sky starts
> in stone-wash blue then reaches out,
> stretches on its straining tiptoes
> into vertiginous azure.
>
> Scuffed sandshoe white of cumulus,
> blurred steel of storm clouds staircase up
> to the darkest point of the sky.
> Northward it’s raining sheets of grey.
>
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the ugh in
thought
i spell anew
weave the world
out of the or
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