Through a window pane in Worcester, <br />a scene Cezanne might have have painted, <br />sky of cornflower blue, Pyrenees replaced <br />by pale violet band of Malvern hills. <br /> <br />Trees, fifteen shades of green, surround <br />higgedly piggedly, sugar cube houses, <br />burnt sienna rooves jostle with <br />sun smeared, off white walls. <br /> <br />Emerald swarth of a rugby pitch <br />(this is not a football town) <br />draws the panorama to the <br />sleep kissed morning eye.<br /><br />Neil Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-notes/
