late September
rain blows from the grey mountain
towards the grey sea
Peter Macrow
lost in the bush—
the many pointing fingers
of eucalypt
Liv Saint James
this valley filled
with moon, mist, stars
– who could sleep now?
Duncan Richardson
dying day
the lighthouse beam
pulsating
Quendryth Young
Gold Coast postcard
bangalow palm silhouettes
orange sunset
Simon Hanson
Echidna Tracks 