Sweet acacia tries:
hopes to catch the hazy sun—
howling, winter laughs.
Tag: reality
Gum

Forever windswept:
leaning into winter days—
evergreen gumtrees.
Bush

Mid-morning bush walk:
winter sun finds hiding spot
between pine needles,
Filtered

Shining between cracks;
winter sunlight through cupped hands,
moonshine through dead trees.
Evolution

Forest has fallen;
yesterday’s leaves, crunchy now,
cushion my journey.
