winter evening
puff balls of white cloud
stipple the sky
silhouettes of tree tops below
with infinity above
remote bushtrack
for two hours before dusk
nothing but birds
suddenly two wallabies
hop straight towards me
jacaranda blooms
strewn across the wet path
I tread warily
memories of school exams
sixty years ago
pink camellia bush
trimmed unnaturally
into a giant ball
new-growth branches reach straight up
towards the ultramarine sky