The Facets of My Man

I love my grey man in a suit
Somber suited, black booted.
Brief case full of computer generated
Monochromatic dull uninspiring files.

I love the crispness of his ice blue shirt and tie
The steadiness and readiness
That drives him through the haze of morning light
Like a Lowry dot of traffic movement.

I love my relaxed spectrum man
Lawn mowing, flower growing
Grass box full of green clippings
Piled high on spangled compost.

I love the crispness of his salad bowl
The mixing and fixing
Of tomato red, lettuce green and pepper yellow
To colour the palette of our co-joined life.