Under a tree, a soundless
bond begins with stirring
leaf drops. They settle
high up in twiggy growth
with magpie song, a slow
parsing of peace, sheltered,
quiet.
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Under a tree, a soundless
bond begins with stirring
leaf drops. They settle
high up in twiggy growth
with magpie song, a slow
parsing of peace, sheltered,
quiet.
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Winged, a creature crosses
the window lifting its weight
in purposeful flight gliding
into our anthropocene.
A bat of sorts, some primeval
shape almost touching
the glass to see another
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Day ends with a tree
of lorikeets blooming
like a melaleuca
coloured greener
than green. Moon
hides in a bottle-brush
spike waiting patiently
for the palette of night
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Sprigs of a season;
tufts of grass sense
a hint of autumn
behind the veneer
and gloss of an endless
summer polished
like a mirage
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Rain storms over pockets of land
Lake George grows grass and lambs
bob like blobs of cotton lined up
against the sky. From out the dark
little drosera. Here they shine
drinking sun
Undone, riverfish float dead
coral crumbles out of colour
and city creatures hide from
sunblaze underleaf. This little
patch grasps the cool breath
of a southerly bringing life,
for a day or two
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First the orchestra tunes up
low echoes bouncing off bush
burn cooling the humid air
by filling the gaps of space
where silence lives. Here
cicadas pitch below ground
and crickets tiptoe, forking
sound whispers like snails.
Only later does the chorus
syncopate, fruit bats
yabbering into night