the water’s all locked up you see
forests gave way long ago
to glaciers icebergs frozen scree
rising tide of breathless snow

forests gave way long ago
fossiled remnants buried deep
rising tide of breathless snow
silent depths parched secrets keep

fossiled remnants buried deep
frozen womb gives daily birth
silent depths parched secrets keep
this is the driest continent on earth

WINTER

This is the coldest winter we have had in years
The frost lies thickly now till early afternoon
The cabbage butterfly, defeated, disappears,
And all the brassicas in the garden bloom

The frost lies thickly now till early afternoon
No longer heard the sound of gnawing moths
As all the brassicas in the garden bloom
I darn my holey clothes, cook up steaming broths

No longer heard the sound of gnawing moths
The ice, the fog, the sleet despatched the lot
I darn my holey clothes, cook up steaming broths
Broccoli, carrots, cauliflower – they hit the spot

The ice, the fog, the sleet despatched the lot –
As cabbage butterfly, defeated, disappears,
Broccoli, carrots, cauliflower hit the spot
This is the coldest winter we have had in years

©Terry Whitebeach

Peter Macrow,
Tasmanian Times Poetry Editor.
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