Far away we are
But at least when we look up
We see the same sky

Softly slips the moment
In the waning of the day,
When the tenderness reflected
Lets a sadness fade away.
As the setting sun throws highlights
To tall timbers on the ridge
And the burble of the brook
Running soft beneath the bridge.
Flocking starlings settle
To gently chortle in the eve,
Whilst the maiden herds the cattle
In for milking, I believe.
The countryside quiescent
A peacefulness descends,
With the falling shroud of darkness
My velvet daylight ends.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
24 January 2025

Over-active
    doesn't achieve
    no forced-action
    has the furthest reach

Myself in time
         I learned and unlearn
         much slicing and adapting
         I know what I can't and can-

        travelling in the tunnel of life
        the darkness into light
        experiencing every moment
        searching my innermost inside-

        things and people
        are not what they seem
        the inescapable lacuna and the nuances
        they are like the images of a dream-

       time in the outside
       more encroaching on my inside
       we are conjoined- I, in reluctance
       there are secrets that I'd rather hide

I'm sorry
But you have to stay

I'm not ready to make a star for you yet

Even though
The ground is covered in snow
I know if you dig a little deeper
You'll find it to be warm

Do you want to take a walk?

Yes?
Take a walk.

No?
Take a walk.

The truculent sun
escapes cloud guard
& serves us day

over green bonnet trees
that birth false fruit
where wasps crawl.

Now the roads fill
with rioting flax,
rose rays, rude rain -

there's too much life -
the world's heart is burst,
blonde-broken sobs.