A wishing eye

The clouds of purple & of crimson dye
Were huddled up together in a heap
& oer the scented wide worlds edge did lie
Resting as quiet as if lulled to sleep
I gazed upon them with a wishing eye
& longed but vainly for the painters power
To give existence to the mingling dye
& snatch a beauty from an evening hour

Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. 
#photography #poetry #environment

Image by my friend #JohnAbbott

No comments: