Entry for 30 December, 2008:
Murray Creek, second last day of year,
Daylight comes at seven;
We luxuriate in long early light.
Rising to run Murray Creek road,
Frost lingers on car and star thistle,
Mist rises, ghostly, lit by early sun.
Life slows, creek flows,
Gently, not yet in full spate,
Waiting for more winter rains.
Peace fills winter valley,
Slowly turning green;
Animals stir quietly, hardly seen.
Labyrinth waits, silent
Wet stones settling into earth,
Path littered with oak leaves.
Slow time hovers in the valley,
Pausing at year’s ending,
Land mending, work done, we rest.
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