Early morning, I wondered why the sun was still abed,
one look out the window and I levitated out of bed snatching
at my camera
the paddocks softened by the scattered light
down the hill, the houses were fading away
but up the hill, the blanket of grey grew ever thicker
until it gobbled up the trees and shrubs and ground and
indiscriminately hid the sheep and kangaroos . . .
as well of course, the sky.