NATURE Poem: COLOSSUS, by Scout Clancy Batreau

(Mount Melleary – February)

Today I pull on my Grandad’s woollen jumper,
the blue and green chevrons mimic the mood,
and wander the woods at dusk.

I see ash, oak and willow proudly growing
from freshly logged hillside
and fungi flourishing under sheltering roots.

The trees imitate giant apostles,
watching over pilgrims on secluded quests
who know not that these titans listen.

The colossus oak has seen man’s downfall
and willow has wiped the tears of lovers,
all while the ash stood sentry on moor side.

I scour the skies above, watching the leaves wave
and ripple as a flutter rises into crescendo
stirring all who bear witness.