The snow

in your part of the world

was cushion soft

leaf-dotted yellow

with that attention

to the negative space – I like

you sent a photo
That snow has gone

icepick hard

shiny and black

hidden to catch

to make slide and crash

into snow bank

reserves

creating distance

between neighbours

over the hill

and fa fa away

and I feel it

I tell you to –

mind that cold                                                                                       
Here the sun burns

new shoots

down

as we count

the bushfires flaring

too early

in the season

further up

the floods

break banks

and one district

over

next door farmers

drown in dust

wishing for rain

no one seems to know

when the wind will change

we just know

that it will.