Webs of dew in the damp grass

shadows  shorter than us printed on

grass covered in sensitive weed

orange leaves sprinkled amongst the green

yellow buds opening

one by one

picking out the calls of distant bird

sighting a kookaburra on a branch

green finds its way back onto the broken trees

hearing Copper singing to the wild

sometimes a step behind with the camera

other times a step beside to chat

all too soon

the morning walk is over.

(c) June Perkins