this valley filled
with moon, mist, stars
– who could sleep now?
Duncan Richardson
night fishing…
shafts of light ripple
between mangrove roots
Pamela Smith
river road
late light
softens the ranges
Gavin Austin
train window
wooded islands slant
into river mist
Beverley George
mud flats
an army of blue crabs
this way — then that
Nathalie Buckland
Echidna Tracks 