Monaro Morning By Late dave Meyers
Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 11:43 am
Monaro Morning
The Monaro waits -
like a patient mother
on her mountain platform
for the warming
of a winter’s day.
Early sun -
a bright golden coin
smiles weakly
over a surly horizon
reaching -
Frost -
a sea of silent whiteness
night’s icy blanket
heavy on the plain
glistening -
Nature -
holds its breath
sheep, death-like, huddling
kangaroos, grey statues
watching -
The muffled crackle
of white grass
under leaving footsteps
wakes the silence
fading -
Too early,
too white
for the artist’s brush.
Written By Dave Meyers
The Monaro waits -
like a patient mother
on her mountain platform
for the warming
of a winter’s day.
Early sun -
a bright golden coin
smiles weakly
over a surly horizon
reaching -
Frost -
a sea of silent whiteness
night’s icy blanket
heavy on the plain
glistening -
Nature -
holds its breath
sheep, death-like, huddling
kangaroos, grey statues
watching -
The muffled crackle
of white grass
under leaving footsteps
wakes the silence
fading -
Too early,
too white
for the artist’s brush.
Written By Dave Meyers