Australia Diary collects reader tales revealing Australia’s distinctive character. Share yours with us and take a look at our previous installments.
By Christina Aitken
Atnightfallshe flipson the sandthe solar slips previous hershadowed arms welcoming the darkish
By Kelly Hill
You and Istroll hand in handalongside a a lot-trampled pathcrushed rocks shifting beneath our ftwhereas throughout useucalyptus sway and dancetheir perfume strikes by means of the air
plenty of banksiaa feast for the eyesi watch the bees flit from every bronzed brushand the leukodendronunfolding like starsbeside delicate clematis blooms
we cease at a bridgepay attentionas water skitters over a jagged creek mattressa mild melodyholds me shutas a kookaburra’s voicequakes within the distance
glacial windgrows in poweras we huddle collectivelyyoulike all the timeprotecting me from veering off the trailcaptivatedby birds of each colorsinging tributes to the timber.
By Don Defenderfer
There’s the primary full moon of autumnRising by way of the gums Slanting up the river valleySpreading silver on the river’s whirls.The moon humbles my candle And seduces an owl to name. The moonlit gums grow to be filled with silky boughs and velvet shadowsAnd each leaf stands particular person and clear, Each boulder good points a definite shadow and The river glows like mercuryBecause it sluices via the buttongrass sedge. The Earth tilts and time passes; There isn’t any going again to summer time. That is the time to mirror and make amends. That is the primary full moon of autumn, Rising above the eucalyptus timber, Slanting up the river valley, Spreading mildKnowingly.
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