Nature is, red rock stacked high. Nature is, the crush of fallen leaves underfoot. Nature is, a hand pulling putty out of a wall. And nature is the black and yellow bees hovering about the spiky red flowers of a pohutakawa bloom on a low bush. Nature is dirt. Nature is fire and smoke. Nature…
Tag: Autumn
The Past
A yellow moon glowers, Over my homely mansion. A werewolf stalks on the pavement level. Here in the trees are the huge boughs, Of the neighborhood. We dwell, in the night-time, Above the ground, In a complex of closed apartments, Made of wood. The sickening dim light of the streets, Shines up weakly at the…
la fine dell’amore
He was sworn against divorce, While she had had two marriages already. They were together for only eight years. In his seventh decade he gave her a scooter. She accepted, and rode around on it, Through the mountain roads of Italy, Floral dress, light shoes, Half-dome helmet, no lipstick. Just like in a festival film!…
Two At Autumn
1 Black cows graze at fence line young bulls, watching me bowl. Ball after ball after ball to one batter, an Opener. No one else arrived to face as I hit my stride bowling tall with movement barely two wides in it. Run-up timing perfect working on his weak-spot rib high, not quite leg. Sweat…
‘Finding Harmony’
Autumn rain is determined to tap against the panes of your soul Defiantly strumming your hair in deep silent reflection: Now is moot For you are lost to wind’s clawing of this moment; gone like fallen fruit Oh detachment, you stole her from me; so easily that labour is done Time’s distance drifts,…