#135 - beatus

16.5.20

135

beatus

bliss misted morning at Markwell, with moo

and let the after rain be lit

in winter beginning at home

think indoors out backs to the fire

so sad the elsewhere world and rant

think of them after the haircut

and timber round the leafing green

a eucalyptus whiff

ask who will bare branches

never once consider summer fears

one web will catch at rainbows

and still a mozzie dare

wool it for warm

look round me now

shine

see so all hearts are shown

let the forest breathe eternal –

all that we have left

little steam engines we each are

whom the garden powers

bush beyond

in ten degrees of starlight

fallen and caught

in these windows round