by Little Bear

Autumn leaves
do as you please
“Snow Falling on Cedars”
– I never could read –
twisted fate
brittle, cackle, laughter.

A cup of hot lemon
it smells sweeter
cut in the spring,
no more fire wood
gone now,
is the silence of winter.

Deep in the shallows
you waddle and totter,
chubby little arms and legs,
the air dances with your laughter;
a bonnet on your head
protected from the rays,
hot days drawn out
is our Australian summer.

Memories will spawn
a lifetime of stories ahead-
riding on the back of the car
long gravel drive,
frenzied sheep,
dusty haze,
running to open the gate,
after another.

Little Bear x


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