Tonal Effect, Driving Home As day wanes to palest grey I watch the gun-metal road ahead: under a sullen sky, see pearly lake and looming over that, a shadow cast by the hump-backed hill.   Cars flick past, splashing muck. Round the bend it’s skeleton trees all lined up along the verge with each tree stiff, on one leg, their threadbare arms so cold.   Metaphor last of evening’s light the lake and I are matched silver lined with wrinkles   Bird Watcher, Jerrabomberra The blue-grey heron stalks along, level with me but keeping a distance. It steps with quiet…