LVX CREARE

As we ascend, the ocean is glass
expensive, patterned venetian glass
with a rainbow shimmer
impossible to describe
impossible to photograph
changing with our perspective

Far below us the land is emerald velvet
the finest of luxurious fabrics
sewn in to paddocks
crushed at the hills
criss-crossed asphalt seams
traffic a man made oddity

Gossamer thread-like streams
weave in and out of the landscape
precious silver… no platinum
glints back in to our eyes
no great ruler could possess
a more beautiful or jewelled land

Just a little further through the pines you said

it would all be worth it, this brisk short walk

my head way weary and my legs withheld

from a weekend of excess and decadence

but it would all be worth it, this brisk short walk

I picked up some pine-cones from the track side

weathered and brown and brittle in my hands

the mossy scent of the forest carpet on them

and now on my hands and in my memories

but it would all be worth it, this brisk short walk

Something stirred within us as we rounded the bend

some magical light filtered in from beyond

the needles of pine and the ferns on the trail

seemed golden and bright and burnished with gold

and it would all be worth it, this brisk short walk

Over a rise and the landscape was transformed

a broad-strip crescent of sand arced before us

radiating the warmth of summer in winter’s chill

emerald green shallows become depts of dusky blue

and it was all worth it, that brisk short walk