A Poem A Day by Romilly Wilde

They walk the ridges in the dark,

shadows singing, cold and stark,

not lost but looking, never gone—

their breath still stirs the early dawn.

Hōne’s poem captures the eerie beauty of spiritual

presence in the landscape with figures from the

Dreaming still traversing the land at night, felt by

those attuned to their rhythm.

From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific