NOTES IN AN ARTIST’S SKETCHBOOK

The wind scarcely breathes. The sea’s pulse
ripples its blue opalescent skin
of polished silk stippled with parallel skeins
of tapered brush-flicks in darker, steelier blue.
At water’s edge white foam scrabbles
on shifting shingle below the shimmering line
of intense viridian trapped in the glassy wall
of each dying wave. At the eye’s reach
the dark pencil stroke of the horizon
is softened in a smudge of purple fog.
Above these horizontals, up on the headland,
a farmer etches into the copper wheat
stripes that flood at once with inky shadow
as a cinnabar sun falls into fog and sea.

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