Myriad hues of delicate sunlight
Are curiously intermingling with the
Cool stringency of time - honoured customs
And refined pleasures. Life's strange procession
Passes by moment by moment. On rare
Occasions, it is patterned and tinged with
Indescribable beauty like an angel
Emerging from bleak, millenial mists.
Yet I sense a certain looming solitude,
As lengthening shadows interrupt this
Early afternoon bliss. They seem to spread
Like ominous spectres across uncertain futures.
Accompany painting: The Pergola (Oil On Canvas,1868, by Silvestro Lega.
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Dominic if a picture's worth a thousand words the a good poem is worth more. A wonderful poem that does more than simply entertain and just exist. Five honourable stars and thank you for sharing this gemstone. And The Pergola is an incredible piece of art and your image is a wee bit bleached out for the original is more brown and rustic. Thanks again and take care.