These are a couple of prose poems/ babble I wrote while in Adelaide. I got to see fall twice this year which felt pretty great and there was a lot of running around both kangaroo island, really pretty nature place and barossa valley wine country.
The Southern Ocean
A deeper blue
Beneath this water, other water
Between the waters and the waters
The sand like white powder, soft
Limestone cliffs, carved out in convoluted hollows
Gentle waves flutter against them, digging further
Rocks on the shore, tumbling like giant's playthings
And underground, like the crystal caves of dwarves.
Adelaide Hills
Crimson leaves
Fall in the cemetery, fall in the hills
Drive out to watch the colours.
Apples growing pendulous in the trees
And grapes post harvest with a yellow tinge and flares of scarlet, crowning leaves.
Roads wind
Hills up and hills down and vistas on hills looking down.
Fat eucalyptus trees
Apple orchards
The Chardonnay tastes like butter just like books
Shades of plum and red pepper
Leaf litter in the rain.
A gulf opens up, hazy and grey into spectacles of farmland.
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