dry spell 
travelling stock forage 
the long paddock 

Kent Robinson

beyond this hill
another town’s faint glow . . .
birdsong

Kent Robinson

a

moonlight drips
from weatherworn eaves —
passing storm

      

Kent Robinson

 

Gavin Austin

with such grace
Andrew Reeves

 

with such grace
the black cockatoos arrive
snow on the mountain

 

Kent Robinson

 

 

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