Comes the humid night,
brown-armoured and sinister
cockroaches take flight.
First cold, clear night fades
to frost, carpet of diamonds
on the wheat stubble.
Kookaburra laughs,
lizard wakes beneath rainbow,
sun on wildflowers.
Scarlet sun sinking,
heat fades, gulls’ shadows lengthen,
running with the tide.
oh I like these lines, Andrew -- I especially like that second one -- carpet of diamonds on wheat stubble: so good! And the last one goes nicely with the 'high tide' theme this month at Flash Frontier, too... things overlapping and connecting... glad I stopped in late!
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