Howling Winds.

Along shores and the rolling hills Circles of lightnings keep their vigil Thunder dressed in curtains of rain Lashed by the giant Luma the great. Red shades of the blood wood tree Colouring the waters of twilight pools In dreamtime where battles commence Between the turtle and the sea sprite Black bird mistletoed in land of bush Where bora the hawk comes to rescue. There the spiders in their noontide Of dilly bags protected by crocodiles Engaging in war with the malunga trees Aided by snakes of red smeared manes In conjunctions with powers of a shaman. Stealing reflections of the stars In the constellation of the Aquela Blackened by barigu and mimi spirits Where ginga the python raises its tail And touches the skies in powered gait. Do not go out It is the season of howling winds.