Bella Vista Sunset

 Bella Vista Sunset

Progressively fading fingers, once bright orange,

now subtle shades of grey dusk light,

gently fondle the low lying, nimbus rain clouds

final floating remnants of an earlier storm,

still lazily dispersing in an autumn auburn setting sun

that slowly slips in surrender across the narrow crack

twixt the cloud base and those mountains hazy blue.

These sky born tints mimic the ever rising shadows,

whose sterile shards of silent darkness

steadily swarm from a cooling earth,

to scale thick trunks and embrace tightly

and totally the tall stand of Sydney Blue Gum,

ah yes, eucalyptus saligna,

nature’s own indigenous serene statues,

proudly profiling the ridge on the near horizon

against that ephemeral ginger backcloth,

sentinels guarding the suburban tranquillity

of this historic Bella Vista Farm.