after the storm
children make snow angels
that sparkle with grace


left behind sledge . . .
a blackbird's footprints

red mist
the solstice bonfire
sizzles with sleet

trail of pines
their blue shadows
stretch into dusk

native hens skid about
on the thick lake ice

winter lullaby
a hush of wind
moves the flame


Ron C. Moss (Aus) &
Caroline Skanne (UK)