Monday 4 April 2011

LEAVES ON THE GROUND

Leaves toasted coffee brown
Lay jumbled upon the ground
Stems that snap crackle with twigs and branches on top
Twinges of green peak out life begin to stop.
Humming winds, breezes shimmer shake branches up high
Break tinder burnish brown branches, green, and dry
Strong white opaque shreds of peeling layers of bark
Twisting, twirling, and sliding down to die on ground
Decomposing; becoming gnarled and dark.
Animals, miniscule and small create viable worlds.
Hiding, evolving, entry under a leaf curled.
Sky shifting shadowing change blue upon high
‘Til darkness falls then all is quiet
Screams high pitch, blood curdle child like
Foxes meander undercover of the pitch blue-black night
Large eyes of owl traverse the moonlight
Coral pink, tangerine, and yellow tinges break open the sky
A new day begins to the currawong mournful cry
Magpie, Kookaburras songs crescendo through breaking light
Herald the dawning new day from night
Crystal icy dew drops melt; as green leaves turn coffee brown
Falling, dry slowly parachute style onto rusty brown ground.
Louise Kelly 


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