Bear Creek Valley

The pin oak leaves from dormant trees, fall on this crisp autumn morn, as I paint the scene of an artist’s dream; in my mind this landscapes born. The patch work green is this valleys scene, with broken squares of chocolate earth, where I look across the Bear Creek flowing, to the rising of Mount Worth. From the autumn cold, red, brown and gold, blotch the maples three pronged leaves. There's the tussock grass in a swampy pass, close where the Bear Creek weaves. From terrain seams these gully streams, flow in drains beyond the girth, where I look across the Bear Creek flowing, to the rising of Mount Worth. Gold finches sung on a fence wire rung; flit to feed on winter grass. Starlings circle and whirl; land as wings furl. A Raven caws as it fly's past. Cotoneaster berries quiver; cause of the shiver, is a White Eye warbling its mirth, where I look across the Bear Creek flowing, to the rising of Mount Worth. The fence line’s straight broken by a gate, each side of the cattle lane. There is easily seen a different green, where a paddock’s rested again. The sound of a pump starting up, drives water to a cattle trough berth, where I look across the Bear Creek flowing, To the rising of Mount Worth. From milking sheds cows bow their heads, grazing on the lush-full grass. Two Shellducks glide side by side, ever lower as they pass. Poplar trees having lost their leaves, stand idle ‘til a spring rebirth, where I look across the Bear Creek flowing, to the rising of Mount Worth. Undulating slopes where the pine tree copes, surround the scar of a quarry's gash. There's the natural bush that survived the push, below the mighty Mountain Ash. A corner stacked of silage wrapped, prepared for a winters dearth, where I look across the Bear Creek valley, to the rising of Mount Worth. My eyes they seek the mountain peak, denied by the misty cloud. First gum trees welcome the breeze, that moves the cloud mass out. The sun shines bright to brilliant light, ‘til shadows drift across again, this time more gray - so much closer … Mount Worth is lost behind the rain.