While things are being marinated how about enjoying this poem written the other day…..
To welcome the night
A voice in the stillness of dusk
just when the last of parakeet is silent,
crows squirm, settles in the nest.
Sun taken all the colour
into a deep deep sleep.
Then a tentative rustle of a leaf
so faint...
like a beat, almost missed
awakens the tree
into a joyous sway.
The night is here.
