Winter Evening On The Monaro Poem by Laurence de B Anderson

Winter evening on the Monaro

Cloud-light shivers the crow to louvred grey.
Riding the fence,
he sleeks to emerald against a blowing sun
flexing dark shadows down the slopes,
clouds bubbling up from the hills,
didgeridoo navies,
each a bruise in its rind of light.
ranking them on endless wind.

The sun drops and suddenly concedes
to windless dusk.
Now a moth, you must fall
towards the willows
lit gold like dandelions in the dark valleys,
must hover with their soft inverted palisade
static pour of gold threads gently, gently
starring the earth,
while up there on the still-lit edge of time,
the tussocks are rippling in furry waves.

Diamond night!
And no whisper.