Golden blues

A golden shovel poem based on The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams

At golden hour, the light falls just so—
rose tints the world so much,
and photography depends
upon
that, a
tone of red,
like love, from the colour wheel,
to ignite the cones; yet even if I shovelled my barrow
full, with all paints known, and glazed
my canvas with
those; and let them meld in the rain…
without you beside
me, the
canvas may as well be feathered pure white,
like one of my chickens.