I took this picture from a pedestrian bridge over the Paramatta Road connecting Petersham and Leichhardt. I’m still pondering the simile of twilight as a transition from day to night.
Most of the suburbs in Sydney have an oval surrounded by a park. It is a focal point for cricket matches in the Summer and Australian Rules Football (AFL) games during the Winter months. They remind me of village greens.
The above is in Petersham Park, sadly threatened by plans to build the West Connex motorway.
Delicious drops of dew glisten in the
Cool light of dawn, slowly, slowly, dripping
From leaf from bud from twig. Clouds speed above,
Drizzle foreshadows a downpour, to drench
Landscape wide. Streams and brooks rush, swell, rise, run
Into rivers, flooding deltas, breaking
Free, flowing out to sea to oceans deep.
Dive into life giving blue, cleanse body
And spirit, swim west to sway with undines fair.
Grasp the chalice of aitch two oh. Deeply
Drink to link with Druids of old and new.
Oft’ used for scrying by many a seer
to reflect and look from seen to unseen.
More precious than diamonds, worth guarding well!
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