Their autumn coats
rotting
in the knot of weeds.

A pensive sky
broods
for winter winds.

Ducks glide
expectant,
glaring their greed

at dwindling tourists
rugged against
a steel day.

© Lorraine Haig

Peter Macrow,
Tasmanian Times Poetry Editor.
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Lorraine Haig

Birch bones
crisp and still
in the clear air.