a thousand birds
shake the plane tree, arguing:
sunset comes too soon
Tag: trees
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The trees exhale
Flower-fresh air, scented anew
Each misty morning -
on stark fractals, of
twig-tips against sunset sky:
a fuzz of growth -
chirruping mist —
between blue-needled branches
red parrot swerves -
on eggshell sky
a tracery of branches
scribbles secrets -
The young oak
Fiercely grips dry, orange leaves
Afraid to sleep -
The sun smiles on
These blue eucalyptus hills
Too warm for wool coats -
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A leafy crown
Adorns the snow-gums, gleaming
Bright as skeletonsII.
Naked skeletons,
The foreign trees hibernate
Afraid of snow. -
The cream lace sprays
Of old grass undulate, dry.
The trees —
remember -
Circling galahs
Alight on bright, sun-lit trees
Above hill's shadow
Jenkins Rising 