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spring's color palette
paints a resplendent canvas
of floral glories
o'er iron stone ridge
the evening star keeps watch
on our small township
may a lasting peace
prevail on this our planet
for all of mankind
flights of king parrots
landed on the schoolyard lawn
to feed on elm seeds
a faint pencil line
marks dusk's far off horizon
in day's curtain close
in drowsy repose
a clan of bulbous grey clouds
hung over the bush
as the wind currents
are changing they indicate
a seasonal shift
winter's naked trees
shall soon be clad in leaves
dressing for spring days
on the forest floor
bark twigs and leaf matter lay
they'd soon be compost
bright shining lanterns
hang from wattle tree branches
along the Gap road
a sole butterfly
lightly pirouettes around
the floral garden
the evening star
did brightly sparkle tonight
o'er the western ridge
a convoy of trucks
thundered down the main drag
of our small township
on his departure
her heart's lively red color
drained to pallor
across late eve skies
volleys of thunder echoed
like far canon fire
her bloom smells e'er sweet
yet when she turns into fruit
there's a bitter taste
as twilight drew nigh
the last frail bird calls of day
floated on eve's breeze
out of the darkness
emerged a lamplighter
shedding his bright glow
a blue parchment sky
reigns over our bush terrain
brilliant is its hue
as intense sunlight
cut through the forest's canopy
it left dappled shade
as a slung hammock
the moon was positioned
in last night's gloaming
as I sat writing
a sneaky twee wee breeze slipped
under my back door
love is a bouquet
scented in fragrant aroma
it overpowers
this morning the sun
glares with a dazzling stare
that blinds the viewer
along the shoreline
the lovers slowly walked
on that moonlit night
as day came to end
last vestiges of sunlight
sank toward the west
o'er the black sea sky
the bright silvery moon sailed
throughout the long night
though we are mere specks
on the globe each one of us
so significant
a heavy sheet of frost
draped over our township
earlier this morning
bright shining sun beams
reflected upon the lake
in glinting ripples
man's constant feasting
on the planet's many riches
shall starve future gens
NB: Gens is an abbreviated form of the word generations.
gelid wind blusters
drove a freezing current's trail
through the snow clad dales
Oleander blooms
bear a sweet lingering scent
e'er to remember
on higher regions
of the tablelands this very night
snow flurries will fall
on the lake's water
glimmering diamonds bounced
their bright reflections
the neighbor's little pooch
just cocked his leg to ****
on the pub's back fence
the sky this very day
has a humdrum appearance
it's shaded in grey
as last vestiges
of sun reclined westward
the day light dimmed
from tight bud jackets
camellia blooms bursted out
to show red petals
o'er the black sea sky
a huge silvery moon sailed
throughout the long night
fresh and printed new
as the glistening morn dew
tis a lovely view

old and so well worn
as the near dead cobs of corn
tis a sight forlorn
as day progressed
the signs of good rains grew less
bush skies were cloudless
morn's cold sheet of frost
shall cover our small township
in an icy freeze
out toward the west
last vestiges of day light
slowly reclined
fortunate we are
to live in rural surrounds
we've no pollution
a brilliant blue sky
gave cause for the birds to sing
in joyous chorus
spring's vivid colors
lay in winter's white cocoon
waiting to burst forth
a hint of autumn
pervaded the morning's air
twas cooler in feel
a fast skirling wind
raced through the gumtree limbs
bending their branches
the fire's hot tongue
licked energetically
on parched woodlands
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