Poem: Autumn

The morning sun spreads
An uneven pattern across
brown uneven dried grass

The air is full of flying seeds
Filling their need to replicate
The richness of a ripe harvest

On the Portuguese Laurel evergreen
The Wren sings a robust tune
Echoing from leaf to green leaf while

A spider unfurls a clear, sticky filament
Like a doily hanging from twig to twig
To trap its daily meal

Invest in these events of energy
To recall when days are short
And the horizon offers only chiselled light.

Hazel Ross

Volunteer Victoria — a new way to grow

MLA Report: Vision for Education