The ferns, of course
but too the sky
the clouds and air between
Sun on misty rains:
Silver graced
with rainbows…
silver-bright the sun,
the sharp-cut shades
edges of trees
against the blue, grey, white…
Silver the stars
Southern Cross and Milky Way
on deepest night…
the moon in all its phases
dashing across the waters,
inviting path…
Silver the waters
day or night–
moving, gleaming, glittering…
Black swans flying
over the satin moire
Silver reflecting dawn pastels
and the fires of sunset…
I will remember
the Long Cloud Land.


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