adamdaniel

The Murray Darling Dusk

Scanning the valley,
A verdant expanse,
An aqueduct alley,
Reflections that glance,
Snaking past redgum and mallee, the sun shining through in a dance.

The day like a symphony,
Trees standing true,
A sacred rusticity,
Covered in blue,
Spirits as bright as the Trinity, swathing the bushland in view.

Then comes the dusk,
And the hush of the night,
The moon like a tusk,
Very pointed and bright,
The life of the day like a husk, shed for nocturnal delight.

Firelight profusion,
And sparks thrown in zest,
A heady infusion,
Of smoke in my chest,
Flown from the grip of delusion, this is the calm I love best…