Leaves Crackled

Leaves crackled where we trod
as if our very feet might set the
forest alight; all those natives
with names from somewhere
else: leopard and tiger orchids;
retiring, terrestrial varieties
for these antipodes; and drying
grasses, waiting trees; it felt
like spring was just firing up
the camp oven for summer.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

 

 

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