cast a red glow everywhere
the hovering mist on the creek tinged pink
and the house's white walls softly red and bare
The field's have an intense colour and radiance
like a light without a flame
suffusing us with an aura of warmth
on a cold Taabinga morn where every morn is not the same
even the birds are curiously quiet
while the cattle are on the move
soft reds turning to translucent pink
and life is about to slip into its daily groove
It's grand to sit here and gaze
at a scene that's constantly changing
subtle differences to tone and colour
and it happens every morning ... isn't it amazing?
1 comment:
Bernie you have successfully painted a scene of beauty in our minds. Demonstrating a true appreciation and an observation of the simple things in life often overlooked and taken for grated.
Loved it!!! Fleur
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