Garners Beach,

North Queensland.

A long stretch of faultless sand

Stretched away from me.

Strong winds had torn

A tree,

Roots and all,

From it’s shallow home,

And it lay,

Where it fell,

At the water’s edge. 

It was that twilight 

Witching hour,

Neither day nor night,

When the world inked itself

In violet and crushed blackberry,

But for the seam of light

That was the setting sun…

© Text Caro Ness 2016

Image:  Guy Verkroost Photography: Garner’s Beach, North Queensland