A Hazy Sun

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When I left work
at lunchtime today
I noticed a small bushfire
on the North Shore
across the Noosa River

You know what bush fire smoke means
don't you...

A Hazy sun

When I saw
the golden glow appear
on the late afternoon river
where I live
I knew it was time to hot foot it,
take the rental DVDs back
and get down
to the Noosa River
in time...

I parked the car
at the slip way
and saw that the sun
was still quite high
lolling in smokey cloud

time to wander up the river
with my back to the sun
and wait for it to drop...










It was a glorious winter afternoon
a mild 19* (70)

the river was calm and glassy
a few yachts were enjoying
the last of the day

across the peaceful river
the smoke hovers
over the coastal bushland

I think it is time
we made our way back
now

the sun has slipped lower
into the rugged dunes
and hinterland

the crows come
to salute the sun
and bid it farewell
for another day

a fisherman
puts away his reel
and brings his tinny
into the slipway

and the sun
lowers her golden
garments

and languidly
stretches out her body
onto the water

then drawing back

she slips

below the distant hills

and right out of sight






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