Graham Vivian Sutherland OM

I see a light purple colour
in a fire of pastel flames
Orange flecks of dull hues
O'er head, above the flame
way up high, A bright sky lay
All licked in colour of sun ray beams
now it bursts from the seams
Sutherland's Shadowy friends,
wrapped around forms of a surrealist lens
Where valleys deep and on they roam
Winding, coiling, spiraling, turning 
On paths lighted in the haze
Capturing fields before the war
Owning a landscape in the mind he saw.
Dressing Green blades, in powdery blues,
of fine Pembrokeshire sunny views
Wiped away when peace resigned
A light became a darkened heart.
Though, it did regain, found inspiration
Through all of the pain.
In habitats of nature, it was laying there
on coastal shores, a love was restored.