hunting orchids
we set off the bells
of quaking grass
Nathan Sidney
curled up
in a kingfisher’s peep
the river’s weave
Nathan Sidney
where warm breezes touch
dragonflies
painted on the lake
Nathan Sidney
a
mountain hut
we beat the silence
at uno
a
Nathan Sidney
a
brood chamber
bees dancing the sun
dancing the earth
a
Nathan Sidney
planting moon
the mountain’s own names
for its flowers
Nathan Sidney
Echidna Tracks 