Dear Katarina
Sounds of the silvereyes
Waking and chirruping
Breeze in the gum trees
First truck rattles by
High overhead the
White and grey cloud
Formations in the tentative morning light
Pale green power poles
Our eternal soldiers
Wood fire burnt down low
Bare feet on the floorboards
And breathing out the winter
I in my nightgown
Standing at the window
Thinking of you
© 2011 rosie schriever
