Warmth in gentle feathered nest
Enticement from thy avian breast
A nuance of a stirring soul,
Deep, from intuition's role.....
A pulse of life engaged within
From Equinoxial breath of wind,
Nuance of a stirring soul
Reminiscent of the surge of shoal
Awash, as gentle wavelet tide
On stone....now, deep within, abide.

In light of silver harvest moon
From far horizons distant tune
A zephyr rose, in infancy,
To soft caress of waveless sea.
Building in its pulse of life
To strength of equinoxial strife.
Amplified to have withstood
That scarred and windworn, ancient wood......
A signature of life's domain
Upon thy wicked gale's refrain.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ