Tag Archives: Nature

Expecting

Her name is Little Running River
And she bubbles by the bushes
Falling over stones she sucks in air
Feeding fish, fronds, and fennel
Time flows slowly for her
Through muddy dams and wide-leaved lillies
Does she dream of the sea, where her journey ends?
Or maybe of the spring that also birthed her siblings
Little Running River, laughing

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Our Skin Was the Colour of Caramel

The sky is blue, mixed with milk
And the bird is as red as a race car

The flowers are pink like a sweet sixteen
And soft as its chiffon dress

The house is an ancient flaking grey
And its wooden shutters are loaves of bread painted with honey

The hammock is a rolled-up banner of equality
And the sand is like brown sugar on a bowl of porridge

The sun, meanwhile, coats everything in egg-wash
And bakes all of the colour into my memory

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The Kowhai Tree

On top of high shoulders I etched a ragged cross in native bark
And hung a royal-blue ribbon near the yellow flowers
Making a noose for fantails to hang themselves and taunting bumblebees
From a distance it seems pretty pointless

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