Bogong Debauchery

The eclipsing wings cover each other, and the snow gums drop last night's storm to the frozen earth.

Under black stone and white earth the dirt stinks of life, and yet all is silent.

Wonderous wandering at crescent leaves clasped by frozen fates.

Is this to disappear into my minds half life, half lie?

The little triangles of brown life blotted out by the death of snow.

A frigid eternity, thawed then forgotten.

And the furry beasties of the hilltop trees will disappear too,

from the crystal lakes which the waterskimmers dance upon.

And the sun stares down and it cries light, which burns away the very thing it loves.

The sun so much like us, as we embrace the high country, and yet in our warm clasp it disappears.

Unknotting the knotted thousand year old backs of great snow gums hardly seen.

We are like little suns burning away all we love.

But a little light we should spread, and a little nurture in our frozen hands.

And a clasped moth set free to night, and a fire stopped in faraway towns.

And the world will freeze over in winters eternal embrace once more.

A world for moths and possums, do your best so that it never thaws.