Lab Dip

Lab Dip

He gazes down. Time for a make-over perhaps?

Life has been cocooned in winter warmth

And now it is time to take out the palette and paint.

His eyes are incomprehensibly ancient and stare at the globe

He created a just few years ago by His calendar.

White blanket slips and new hues acquaint.

A benevolent hand sweeps over the hills and dales

Sheep dip cream, gin clear stream and emerald gradient

His brushstroke sweeps colours vivid and feint

And the toile of speckled meadows inter-link,

Jigsaw swatches and season change, matching

Shades of life without constraint.

The colour wheel creaks as it slowly turns

And winter gives way to spring in tones tried and tested

Applauded by Angels, prophet and saint.

Countryside turns to patchwork of greens

Lawn and teal, lime and shamrock climb the heights

Land and property change hands without distraint.

He smiles the smile, compassionate and benign

A new green He creates, this master builder

Lab dip shade, vibrant, viable with a hint of quaint.

He stirs the pot, He inspects the brush and sweeps valley with hand unseen,

Lab dip shade, shadow and subtle, the grand Creator nods to Dorset Green.

Years go by, seasons change as the land is overwhelmed by shade and sheen,

And still we ask, Has He gone away? Look, look and see Him intervene.

By Linda Prince