Winter

 

Winter #3

bushland floor

carpeted in thick, velvety moss –

I reach out to touch …

Winter#2

clear moonlit night,

rainwater, a trickling stream….

I run beside

my canine companion –

winter’s chill breath.

Winter #1

ice tipped winds

whip through eucalypt tops

no creature stirs…

golden wattle blooms

out of season

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