life tiptoe spins

on the crystal winking sheen

spun between

gum trunks and leaves

radiating cobalt

eucalyptus vapour

to myriad greens

framing the face

and spinning form

of the jade hued dancer

twirling in a wisping

swirl of rainbow cobwebs.

Milk clouded moon

whispers through the mist

that hints at rain as some relief

from the waiting.

Summer long bushed eyes

rise to the west mountain horizon

from where good rain comes

to this central western slope

on the range

that divides us

from them

in so many ways

that the telling would confuse

That one certainty,

change,

mist blanket drifts,

ebbing, flowing,

ebbing, flowing,

never recurring

ever flowing

as spring days

extend,

nights recede

'til falling

autumn

turning

the process

yet again,

eternally

rolls

on.

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