there’s a golden globe that bounces in Gisborne
laps up surf
langours in sand
trees shift their branches
wafting in greeting
not to be missed
paint pallets no justice
define not the still
of a sunset epiphany
risking its will
we bow in deep envy
praise mighty relief
pleasure intensifies
natures mischief
no camera can capture
the rays spiking through
a deluge of colour
soaking me through
intriguing
immeasurable beauty imbued