2nd April Berkhamsted Town

6’37 so much light
Woad and cobalt
Just feels right
Burnished pewter
Cherry tree
Last years leaves
Could not fly free

Tousled brown
Hung wintry bite
The copper Beech
A bounteous sight
Latticed branches
Completely still
Not a hint of wind
That will

Move even a blade of grass
Wispy cream
The sky is cast
With quite some drama
All can see
The blossoms hanging
Radiantly

Jasmine budding
Rocking too
With hints of crimson
Peeping through
The light today
Resplendence where
Intensity
With more to spare

Gloss and sheen
and gleam
And lustre
More than any eye
Can muster

View from my study
In Bridgewater Road