Thredbo, Winter 2025 Poem by Fred Rik Kesner

Thredbo, Winter 2025

Snow finds the peaks first.
Dusts the rocks,
a quiet landing overnight.
Thredbo wakes white,
a surprise for the valley.

Gum trees wear
a light, cold cloak.
The air bites clean.
Chairlifts hang still,
waiting.

A bloke sees his breath,
puffs of white on the crisp morning.
The mountain just changed its coat.
Winter's here,
a soft, bright start.

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