Nimbin

[copelandia.]

the meadow, in deep autumn, stretched out and met with the horizon.
groups of canary-yellow flowers lay as rugs here and there;
a wandering farmer, his turqouise shirt, tugged and released by the wind,
ripples brightly in front of a rude mountain.


he squints thirstfully into the sky; a blue pillow, torn,
and plunges his rusted tool into the warm earth.
a flock of birds in formation, above, bring order to the chaos,
while a single cottage in the distance, sits bluntly within a pastel-coloured hillside

 

[ForEverAfter]

Nice. Created a vivid canvas in my head.

 

[pk.]

thanks, one from my old username, forgot all about that one...

I stayed at a backpackers called the "rainbow retreat", not far from the main street, was a fun week