Updated: Sep 13
By Les Henson.
The day comes to a close
with the lengthening shadows
of the ugly yet beautiful gum trees
marking the slowly approaching dusk
as the sun gradually descends
below the reddening hills.
The campfire burns in the darkness
casting shadows all around
the flames reach up towards the heavens
and sparks burst forth towards moon lit sky
whilst the clouds slowly traverse the firmament
casting ghost like shadows across the moon.
The fire flickers to the rhythm
of cicadas chanting in the distance
the gentle breeze enlivens the dying embers
as the coldness of the night begins to bite
in the hours just before the sun shows its head
above the shadow of the darkened blood red hills.