The Grampians

Pillars of sandstone mournfully etch
the ranges' end

Skirted by ferns and fronds and misted softness
they stand so still

Warmed by crooning winds they gracefully shed
their veils of mystery -
their essence is magic

Obelisks of purple, grey and black,
silently guard the wilderness

An eerie aura of whispering spirits dance
an orgy of grace in tunnelled stone

Around and around they swirl and twirl
from water-hole to craggy height

Finally, bathed in the moon's soft glow
they disappear and manifest
as ghostly sphinxes marching -
in timeless perpetuity.

c) Ruth Van Gramberg
Kissed By The Sun 1977

Ruth Van Gramberg

Civil Marriage, Family And Funeral Celebrant

Melbourne Victoria

http://www.ruthvangramberg.com.au/