en plein air

We huddled side by side,

Looking out across the pier,

The wind was bracing so

We pulled our jackets close,

You clipping paper to the easel,

I, putting down the pencil marks;

I drew the shapes, you added colour

With your rainbow paint boxopen wide

We’d capture green and luscious gardens,

Brightly shaded seaside days

And stormy ones like now.

I hoped that I could hang on to

That moment as we laughed beneath the brolly,

The speckled paper, peppered with the rain,

Now hangs on my wall, above the fire,

A sad remembrance of what once was you.

Patient & Kind