AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)

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Sunday, May 20, 2012

It Was...It Is...


A deserted Autumn Safety Beach on the Mornington Peninsula


Space
Silence
Deserted
Faded summer
Pale waves of our yesterdays drift ashore


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13 comments:

Leovi said...

Good picture, beautiful frame and excellent play of light and soft colors, I like it.

Kerry O'Connor said...

How beautiful! Your poem has a tender, nostalgic mood.

Heaven said...

Lovely form for the fading summer ~

In my part of the world, it is just beginning. Nice to see you at RT ~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Lovely, especially "pale waves of our yesterdays drift ashore...." Sigh.

Laurie Kolp said...

Ahh... beautiful, Gemma!

Shawna said...

Oh my, this is beautiful and wet with melancholy. Memories do have a way of washing over you when you are still and quiet.

hedgewitch said...

Really like this. Nothing projects a vast silence like the sea, even though it is constantly making noise, and it is always a place where dreams are washed up.

Helen said...

Lovely reminder that as you exit summer, we enter it!

jewaicious said...

How serene and lovely.

Hannah said...

A longing of days past here, captured so completely in so few very well done!

Mystic_Mom said...

Love the last line, so good and goes so well with the photo.

NatureFootstep said...

nice beach. My kind of place. :)

PattiKen said...

So beautiful and melancholy. Really good. :-)

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