Day 117 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day munificent meaning "very generous."
Dandenong
The hills are dotted white
With tiny flower stems
Lost in green banks of moss
There is a solemnity
In the gardens the slow drip of
Water like a broken faucet
Spring is here in the bright
Purple of the jacaranda
Spring is here in the red and pinks of the posies
Spring is here in the flowers in the bridesmaids hands
The thorns draw some blood
There is no breeze
But the sky is clear and glad
The trees appear huddled together
Into a cosy bouquet
A small water course trickles
Down a procession of trees
Gathered as if in ceremony
How many years have the taller ones known whose boughs span more than ten arm spans across
There presence is munificent
This place is best without people
It is best without the sound of car engines and the stomp of feet
The roof of the Forest with its broad deciduous leaves
Is like a stained glass window
This is a cathedral here
The silence is beautiful
Beneath this glorious canopy
The red dirt is regal
This is peace.
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