24 March

The hills appear
in the plain
and the road rises
we search in vain
for leopard spots
amongst the dry
stick trees
of a summer jungle
the houses grow from
the hills
in stone tumbles
and sometime corners
and monkey walls
everything is a
dusk coloured grey
rocks trees monkeys sky
except the burning orange flowers
of the Palash
and the petals of fire
across the valley


About Mikaela

I am an artist and writer living in the Perth Hills
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