EXPRESS TO THIRROUL

Xanthorrhoea flower stalks
stand camouflaged amongst
bare branches and dead trees,
while Gymea Lilies release
their blood red claws
amongst burnt bark,
blown by cyclone winds.
Dusty and dry, the
undulating treetops
cry out for rain,
gullies of tree ferns
scattered with white
Pittosporum, spread
amongst the gums of
Helensburgh,
thickly forested slopes,
occasional cabbage palms
heavy with fruit,
new fronds glistening
in the end of winters’ sun.
Lantana buffers the
railway line out of the
tunnel, Stanwell Park
basks below.

Morganpoet