Dear Victoria

Reposting this poem as the anniversay of the Victorian bushfires arrives.  Please pass it on so it reaches those it may console …

Something is coming  .  this time not giant fingers of flame  .  or swirling clouds carrying fire not rain  .  it is the Kookaburra laughing in the face of a time so tough   .   the Roo springing back through broken bushes with pouches full of seeds to sew  .  Koalas feeding on dripping leaves hugging branches now long cooled  .  Galahs that squawk and grumble lining newfound homes with feathers soft for a brand new life to hatch  .  the Eagle that soars close steering fear filled eyes to a sky now not of flame but hope  .  and a time held so terrible still is moved by the rumbling march of close and distant friends  .  and Spring invites the tears to flow into blackened soils that grow a new beginning  .