Kit Kelen #204 - to glory in

204

to glory in

a first sun through

dewdrop trees

now winter risen

kookaburra sung

all tall

and in their leaning true

old edges frost burnt

creek gone to its river

grass run green

and tracks among

in air and under

wings and wiggling through

leaf drifted

to the mulching

here and there

camera caught

in mist list distance

spoken so

to glory in

a rise