Night rises from the bottom of the valley,
sending darkness creeping,
up the gullies,
its progress marked,
by the currawongs.
Darkness flows uphill,
like the opposite of the water
along with the sky,
still holds the last of the day,
for us to take a final sip from.
17 responses to “darkness flows uphill”
Oh this is wonderful!! Such a beautiful poem!
Thank Worms 🙂
Gorgeous…. and don’t you have such great names for birds! 🙂
I made a curry,
it went wrong,
I fed it to
It’d eat it too, if it was a meat curry 🙂
Beautiful colours on the billabong 💚
As dusk falls, and the bunyip rises… 😀
😂 oh that Bunyip and his late night activities with the yowies.
walking in the dark
not a lark
by the massive bird refuge
sweat slight wind and cool
and told meself
finish you ghett
what else could i enjoy more
at this point? eh?
Oh, I really like that one utahan!
remember, this unit, meself is known as john.
I didn’t know that John 🙂
yw. this is a lazarus moment . oh i did not know
The imagery, the pacing… Love this poem! 🙂
Thank you 🙂