The lake is still,
today,
leaden-green-grey - wild-goose-coloured.
Eucalypts ghost on the surface
and elongate,
silhouettes that spar-stretch
more rousingly drawn
than their originals,
more eerily beautiful,
the finest of all possible
green-silk-shot
with silvery slivers that shiver
progressively.
Now, as if
with fine-tipped quill
the virgin queen is a-flourishing,
her approval signing, underlining -
One of your finest, Will -
the errant wind
doodling on water
provides wiry script.
Watch now,
half-light
fades,
not quite twilight yet
dream-drowsy-inducing,
Oberon-heralding,
oh, it is no-where
near
midsummer and yet
the muted bassooning, the fluted Helloooing,
leaving sooo sooooning?
Gooood eeevening to yooouing
of the settling fowl
invokes love,
somehow,
love-in-idleness
and that a-robining
good fellow.