_evening breeze stirring
as tide begins to turn.
it's cool on the porch

heart beats strongly
awaiting her arrival
blushing Easter bride

pond comes alive
with wiggly, squiggly larvae
must be summer time

cities long time gone
plenty tucker in the bush
blackfella dreaming

shivering she asks
for another log on the fire
outside icicles form

lonely country road
no stars no moon to be seen
fuel gauge reads empty

bombs in pacific
killing vibrant sealife.
froggies are merde!

people sit watching
animals make a circle
exhibition time

countless croaking frogs
herald the coming storm.
sounds of summer


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