Dawn at the Barn Dawn light anda Turner mist threads acrossthe slopewhere the white horserubs his nose against the persimmon tree.A blush of seedheadsspreads across the paddocksto mirror cirrus clouds above. Through bluegums, the sunthrusts shadows down the hill toward the hollowwhere a sweep of paperbarks holdsits dark silhouettealong the unseen stream. The morning air … Continue reading Dawn at the Barn