Still Life by Genevieve Davidson
A grey velveteen sky.
This is where we met, chestnuts on the green picnic bench.
In Autumn, the air clasped sharply beneath the bone branches of the silver birch.
We watch the old smooth sliding banks of the stone river reflect the lowering night.
In Spring, all shaded in dark greens, I love you through the beech tree sepia, beneath the deep kelp water sunlight.
The inner paintings within the movements of life.
We rest together, you and I.
A still life in our frame.