Night was approaching so I walked to my car. Flocks of Cockatoos squawked in the pine trees and flashed white against the darkening sky where early stars glinted like ice crystals.
Words to walk with:
From On Australian Hills by Ada Cambridge
“Oh to be there to-night!
To see that rose of sunset flame and fade
On ghostly mountain height,
The soft dusk gathering each leaf and blade
From the departing light,
Each tree-fern feather of the wildwood glade.”