Tuesday, September 25, 2018

James Walton #118 from the north Hide



the black swan soothes a promenade
bills through a pennon of underwing
a swamp harrier dallies in pirouette

as echidnas scowl their annoyance

a dauntless of pardalotes
whizzes to my ear

my season’s first tiger snake
alive to water sways a ripple
frogs all bassy spruce

echo themselves

a rebound of Spring sky
laughs back at a sprawl of sedge
where a frame of sleek water
breaks by a fatal leap

a smile of grey herons cast lives
out of this growing warmth

the wagtails and wrens weightlessly
jete a jete on the floating bank

the arcade oil by tea trees
lets go the thrush’s call back
to a place I cannot bring focus







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