A Moisty Under Milkwood Morning - Poem by Alison Cassidy
On this moisty Under Milkwood morning
I walked buoyantly,
through late summer bush.
had settled the dry
and grateful leaves
On the uphill side,
the aged eucalypts
and wallaby grey -
untouched by last year's furnace.
On the downhill side,
leafless and barren,
to their god, the sun.
While bold young saplings
black and supple thin,
as if to say
A chorus of air-born squeaky toys
broke the silence
in the distance,
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