Gloaming

Through the gloaming I walk
The forest floor
Quiet beneath my feet
Scent of moist decay
Of fungi
Moss
Lichen

 

It is Winter
A lyrebird calls
His song echoes in the mist
Reverberating, an invitation
To dance
Mate
Love

 

The light is fading now
A wallaby
Thuds her erratic path
Pauses, inspecting me
Watches
Turns
And leaves

 

Out of the darkness I emerge
Invigorated by cold
Gravel scrunches beneath my feet
Warm yellow glow
A light
Hearth
Home

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