turned wild
in our garden
her well-loved herbs
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2910
late with fog
the sunrise colours
the eucalypt’s buds
2909
dust and drought
a boat almost afloat
points up river
2908
afternoon swirls
the gathering snow
leaves our prints
2907
school re-union
a remembered laugh
cracks the ice
2906
the colt’s first stand
changing directions
dawn colours the earth
2905
autumn leaves
the winds cornered
at the back fence
2904
before our jog
the Oaks stripped
by autumn winds
2903
in the bay tides
only the moon goes to
storm debris
2902
first light
pocked with the mist
train windows