Place
Once in a while
you may come across a place
where everything
is as close to perfection
as you will ever need.
And striving to be faultless
the air on its knees
holds the trees apart,
yet nothing is categorically
this, or that, and before the dusk
mellows and fails
the light is like honey
on the stems of tussock grass, and the shadows
are mauve birthmarks
on the hills.
Brian Turner
from 'Elemental - Central Otago Poems'
Photo from here
Very pretty, both photo and poem.
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Cheers, thunder. it's one of my favourite parts of the world.
DeleteAnd a pleasant weekend to you. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd to you, Lisa. Mine's nearly over now - and I only spent 4 hours on schoolwork! ;)
DeleteLife is so much about this and that isn't it? Your photo is marvelous- the colors so inviting, a most lovely capture that begs to have a caption or story to gather about it. Happy weekend to you as well Alexia, so happy to see your post! I miss seeing you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Karen - hope to be around more from now on :)
DeleteSimply stunning - both the photo and the poem. Thank you - and have a wonderful weekend.
ReplyDeleteThank you EC - just about to check your Sunday selections :)
DeleteBeautiful picture, have a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteThanks Max - you too!
DeleteAhhhhh.....the peace....
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