Hibernate

Time stands still
On the frontier
Of our goodwill
Rest in place

Heart is warm
Yet bones are chill
Listen for longer
Song of whipoorwill

If none have ears
Is love a bitter pill?
Sun peeps too soon
Rest in me until

Wattle bloom in June
Gone too soon
Port Arthur, Tasmania

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