Diana van den Berg (4 November 1945 / Durban, South Africa)
Icy mountain mornings laugh
in liquid trills.
Ridiculous puffs of fluff bounce
through powder blue eternity
hung clean with avian harmony.
Sun-painted grain whispers
earth secrets to the wind.
Minuscule desert lizards scuttle
over burning sands.
Peerneef acacias and patterned reptiles
are awash with sun.
Floods of fragile colour
splash transient petals.
Forests of a million greens
throb with woodland lives.
Yellow sands hold sleepy warmth.
Cool sapphire undulates with thundering, frothy steeds
galloping from the unfathomable depths.
It is no wonder that
(3 November 1999)
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