Wonderland

Photo by Wladislaw Sokolowskij on Unsplash

As she stood shivering,

Her fingers numb,

Inside her mittens.

She gazed in wonder, across the drifting snow.

So clean it looked unreal,

So silent, so pure.

She was enthralled by the trees,

So foreign to her English eyes.

The Snow gums.

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No majestic pine or cypress,

Graced these mountains.

Stunted Snow gums, in twisted twirling shapes,

Revealed themselves in glorious colour.

Heavily laden, bending beneath their load.

Their trunks, scarlet, blue and gold.

A brilliant rainbow against the white.

She saw a glimpse, then another,

As Sugar Gliders played amongst the branches.

Tiny hands gripped tightly around fresh, juicy leaves.

She sighed, she had to leave,

This unforgettable wonderland.