Grose Valley at Blackheath.



The Seasons

I am not sure why I keep coming back

To the mountains, when there are so many other places to see.

But I do.

I am there,

When Spring welcomes me with open arms,

I delight in the spirit of the season.

In Summer’s heat I am here,

Fragrant Eucalyptus forests tantalize my senses.

Autumns mildness and colours lure me.

In the depths of Winter I am here.

I will shiver and shake and say it’s too cold,

But I keep coming back,

To this ancient place, full of memories and ghosts.

So much history, lies here,

In these mountains shrouded with mist.

They call and I come

I am there now,

An echo of myself.









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