As If You Care

The oxide earth vapours, the vernal air trembles A dirty white sky overhangs in your glasses Viridian green tints the water, it shambles The exuberant stems of the lilies and grasses Like women with oars punt in David Brayne's pictures My senses are floating through waters in bloom No exaggerations in landscape are featured No lyrical effects, but seasonal gloom Filled with presentiment of evidential I thought to smile, but in fact, didn't dare In swinging of oars there is something essential And something is missable, as if you care.