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 ...
