# True colours that I seek.

Author: james mikoto
Tags: ColorsOfSummer 2012, Love, Poems, Poetry, summer landscape

#3 of take in the scenery

This is not easy to understand&nbsp;  
For you that come from a distant land&nbsp;  
Where all the&nbsp;colours are low in pitch -&nbsp;  
Deep purples, deep&nbsp;emeralds&nbsp;and rich man,&nbsp;  
Where autumn's flaming and summer's green -&nbsp;  
Here is a beauty the&nbsp;you have not seen.&nbsp;  
  
All is pitched in a higher key,&nbsp;  
Lilac, topaz, and ivory,&nbsp;  
Palest jade-green and pale clear blue&nbsp;  
Like aquamarines that the sun shines through,&nbsp;  
Golds and silvers, we have at will -&nbsp;  
Silver and gold on each plain and hill,&nbsp;  
Silver-green of all the&nbsp;leaves,&nbsp;  
Tiny gold of the garnered sheaves,&nbsp;  
Silver rivers that is a silent slide,&nbsp;  
Golden sands by the water-side,&nbsp;  
  
Golden wattle, and golden broom,&nbsp;  
Silver stars of the rosewood bloom;&nbsp;  
Amber sunshine, and smoke-blue shade:&nbsp;  
Opal colours that glow and fade;&nbsp;  
On the gold of the upland grass&nbsp;  
Blue cloud-shadows that swiftly pass;&nbsp;  
Wood-smoke blown in an azure mist;&nbsp;  
Hills of tenuous amethyst. . .&nbsp;  
  
&nbsp;the colours are pitched so high&nbsp;  
The deepest note is the cobalt&nbsp;sky;&nbsp;  
We have to wait till the sunset comes&nbsp;  
For shades that feel like the beat of drums -&nbsp;  
Or like organ notes in their rise and fall -&nbsp;  
Purple,&nbsp;orange and cardinal,&nbsp;  
Or the peacock-green that turns soft and slow&nbsp;  
To peacock-blue as the great stars show . . .&nbsp;  
  
Sugar-gum boles flushed to peach-blow pink;&nbsp;  
Blue-gums, tall at the clearing's brink;&nbsp;  
Ivory pillars, their smooth fine slope&nbsp;  
Draped with delicate heliotrope;&nbsp;  
Grey of the twisted mulga-roots;&nbsp;  
Golden-bronze of the budding shoots;&nbsp;  
Tints of the lichens that cling and spread,&nbsp;  
Nile-green, primrose, and palest red . . .&nbsp;  
  
Sheen of the bronze-wing; blue of the crane;&nbsp;  
Fawn and pearl of the lyre-bird's train;&nbsp;  
Cream of the plover; grey of the dove -&nbsp;  
These are the hues of the land I love.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/3egzOWj1
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