The cream lace sprays
Of old grass undulate, dry.
The trees —
remember
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Snow in the mountains —
And, rolling through each valley,
A cold wind blows -
Pink-frilled blossoms
Overhead, and underfoot —
They only need the sun -
Circling galahs
Alight on bright, sun-lit trees
Above hill's shadow -
The grassy hill
At flood tide, breaks 'cross the road
Council scrapes it back -
After the rain
They come, roaring, sharp of claw:
Hungry lawnmowers. -
wrapped up warm:
a fleece of cloud-wool covers
house, river, hill -
Bus passengers
Huddle aboard — sheltering
From warm soft rain. -
A heat that strains, it
Winds up air conditioners
And sets fans spinning. -
the earth is small
under the strife overhead
of cloud armadas
Jenkins Rising 