going deeper
into blackheart sassafras
the currawong’s call
Ron C. Moss
forest light
a lyrebird dances
in fern rain
Gavin Austin
he counts
bees and wildflowers . . .
less again this year
Earl Livings
outback sunset
a bent nail glows
in the campfire
Ron C. Moss
after the ascent
just enough room to camp
under heaven
Ron C. Moss
late night chill—
snowflakes
shredding the darkness
Leanne Jaeger
Echidna Tracks 