I was there
in the moment that
the soot-black birds
streaked out
against the bruised and stormy sky
and the world blazed
and the plains turned golden
in the clear light.
in the moment that
the soot-black birds
streaked out
against the bruised and stormy sky
and the world blazed
and the plains turned golden
in the clear light.
 |
| Monaro Plains: Barbara Bryan |
No comments:
Post a Comment