Blackheath, New South Wales
cotton candy clouds
floating on distant horizon.
Morning’s melody awakens
to Spring’s frog-mating calls all around dapple pond. Fern
fronds wave in delight as their greens are mirrored in a dainty water-ripple display,
whilst water lilies look forward to playing nursemaids
to tiny tadpoles hide and seeking from crafty currawongs and proud kookaburras.
Lusty lizards scamper over ochre rocks, rustle
under rich umber-splattered leaves
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