would that the wind-flung
raindrops at my window were pebbles
thrown by my lover.
white Geranium prunings
left lying in a heap
this morning, snowballs in the yard
what is your question?
triangle face tilts toward me
Praying Mantis asking
tuxedo cat
chin pulled in
licks crumbs from his dicky front
powerlines- a stave
ruled on a page of white sky
making music- perched starlings.
this hill is getting old
on one side her skin is gone
slipped into the sea below
her bones are showing through
I know how she feels
driving home from Mahia
way out to the left
across the green sea
sun breaks through cloud
strikes triangular white cliffs
a row of giant shark teeth
Wow I shout
Wow
Bronwyn,changing white clay into frogs
moans “It's the toes that take the time”.
windstirred bamboo
black brushed on
silver moontrack
spilling down
rippled sea.
Frog steeped in knowledge
of the mysteries of pools
tells me only “croak”
WAIHEKE
the Island lies far off
sea bites off bays then licks
my memories fade
ZIG ZAG
unseen visitor
left a calling card behind-
tiny feather floats