The Gorge Poem by Les Littleford

It is a special place.
Each daily walk
providing new perspectives

Kaleidoscope colours
brown, grey, red, green
blend in seamless profusion
but it’s not just colour.

Verticality, bouldered columns
perched in bewildering abundance
balance precariously,
each an individual canvas
embellished by lichen, light and time.

Trees add their own countenance,
scraping the sky
or hidden deep in the dark ravines,
bathed by or hidden from light,
each leaf adds to the green palette
now dotted with autumn hues

Colours drain as night falls.
A full moon provides a spectral glow,
stars a blackened intensity.
Floodlights increase the majesty as
rocks and trees soar beyond our view
and the river sheds its murky brown
for a brilliant reflective black.

Rock and lichen, tree and sky.
Simple but profound
are the memories
we will take with us.