first drops . . .
a cacophony
of birdsong
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cherry blossoms
in her wrinkled hand—
another Spring
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dawn bush walk
the gleam of raindrops
on unfurling fronds
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deep leaf litter
the half-moons
of bright fungi
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a
petal fall
at last the baby
sleeps
a
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a
chill wind…
empty swings
twitch in the breeze
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Echidna Tracks 