Leaving
28 Jan, 2015 | What's happening in my writing life
© Corinne Fenton
I’ll miss the colours of autumn
splashed like an artist’s palette –
in winter I’ll miss the morning mist
caught in the valley –
in spring I’ll miss the cascade
shimmering gold from the wattles
. . . and in summer I’ll miss the laughter of children
as they float
down
the
river
in rainbow canoes.
But most of all
I’ll miss the kookaburras’ chorus,
the cockatoos swooping over our rooftop at dusk and dawn,
the honey-eaters sipping precious nectar from the bottle-brush,
our resident echidna,
watching the kangaroos
lazing supine
on Pound Bend
and the winding tracks
animal trails
and the blue-green hush
of Warrandyte.
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