By Paul H Funnell
In the hush of dawn where the ridgelines gleam
Snowy Mountains wake from a frozen dream
Snow gum trees in coats of white
Twist like dancers in morning light
Their limbs wear lace spun from frost and air
Guarding secrets in silence there
Beneath their boughs, the river sings
A silver thread with icy wings
Trout dart quick in crystal streams
Flickers of muscle, shimmer and dreams
A cast, a wait - the line holds tight
As water glows in golden light
Up above, where ridges soar
Skiers carve on powdered floor
Swooping fast in breathless flight
Through ghostly gums and blinding white
The alpine winds hum soft and low
Through ancient rocks and fields of snow
Here wild and free, the spirit roam
Among snow gums and mountain domes
So cast your line, or carve and glide
Where earth and sky walk side by side
The Snowies call in winter’s breath
A dance of life, untouched by death
