There’s a V-shaped gap where the tall hedge parts
By the garden gate and it frames a view
Of a sycamore tree with a field beyond.
In summer there’d be a herd of cows
But it’s empty now — just a bare-branched tree
And the high green bank of an estuary.
At four o’clock this afternoon
Behind the tree and above the bank
I saw the sun about to set
Orange-red in a plain grey sky.
The world for a moment then was just
A setting sun, a leafless tree,
A field, a river bank, and me.
Simply beautiful, in a quiet landscape you caught your soul.
This poem is a sheer joy to read, Peter. I loved the last two lines, they made this poem so good. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem made me think of a Matisse landscape!