Last night the moon made an appearance
in a pink and blue curtain of cloud.
It hung over Mt Wheeler awaiting applause for
its coming.
All day it had rained, the sky swallowed in mists,
trees looming blackly in our headlights
as we climbed to Thredbo.
Summer was lost where sky met the Earth.
But the moon, tilly lamp
of evening, partnered
in sun’s set over valleys,
where the rain had been vanquished
to puddles on the road.
And from our verandah
we encored.
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