September
everywhere green, similar to moods. Ocean water for miles through winding trees
below the road past Lorne. Or the dark green firs of Queenscliff, staying dark
even when sun comes out. Tired green alongside the Geelong road, or is it just
we who are tired? Up in Melbourne, hillsides of silver green and serried green
exchange bristling antics with the wind. A shower drifts across a rainbow above
the valley. Freeways guide the drivers’ side vision with solemn sheoaks. Broad
and shiny are camellias in Rosanna. Home is where the trees fill raindrops on
windowpanes with newly leafing maples.
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