Walking Workwards

Mt Ainslie looks like Hobbit country. Mists fold light
in canopies and white
cloud-shrouded hollows now begin
to ring as currawongs bell winter in.

The tea-cup tempests that will punctuate my day
lie half an age away.
For now I’m Gandalf-shadowed and
I walk along a tolling, Tolkien land.

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