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Retreat to the trees; seldom does the forest reveal
her full splendour. Untainted by misfortune, she rises
from the ashes, more glorious than before. The birds
rebuild their nests, history does not bleed within
or cause them to grieve sentimental antiquity!
The wilderness unveils a peaceful stoicism.
The night has a life of its own, nocturnal stalkers rustling
through trees in search of sustenance; energy bequeaths
energy. A Boobook owls’ call cuts through the darkness
like a knife, she hunts under its cover. Slumber is an
ambiguous friend to some, daylight restores hope to
the oppressed and rest from their enemies.
Knotted Karris shaped by time, surviving the elements.
Their stories are written in their rings, circles of life
depicting seasons of despair and joy. Joy, casting a
shadow of hope in desperate times; symbolic in nature,
alive in us. Naked creation, a revelation of hope in a quest
to find peace, that only comes from the Creator.
Sharon Hughes 2017
When we visited Broome, up in the Kimberley (northern Western Australia) in March, we took a day tour by light plane with a small tour group up to the Horizontal Falls. If you’re interested, here is a site that tells you a little of the falls.
http://www.kimberley-australia.com/kimberley-attractions/horizontal-falls/
We took some spectacular photos from the air. I wrote a poem that fits nicely with the photograph, although I didn’t write it to coincide with it! The poem is rather long, so I had to make the print quite small, hoping it can be read and interpreted properly. It is coming into winter here in a month, the rain is pattering on our roof, we haven’t had any in really long time, and it has been a very long summer, at least here in the West. Blessings to all!
