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The sun is shinning through the clouds
Trying to warm a winter day
I've got to be patient spring will come
And chase all these blues away

For now the chill lingers
And soon the sky will be completely gray
So for the moment with an unnoticed poem
Trying to warm a winter's day

I'll wave my hand as you smile
I'll even whistle for awhile
I've got to be patient spring will come
And then an unnoticed poem will bloom in the sun

Are men from Mars?
It must be true
Just like the planet
everything she needs from him
is below the surface
The thinnest air and
pressure so low
she can barely catch her breath
when he is near
His freezing Martian temperament,
a cold that shields him
in back-alley battles
from broken things,
can only be warmed
by her hot Venusian passion
The flame in her eyes
melts ice caps in this place
His heart is there
Waiting

Grey sullen
face of the sky—
from above there’s
an angry barking of
a dog;
pink sheets are
dashing in and out
as fierce shades of
nature’s lust;
arrows of an
unknown God
are pouring the earth;
the earth is wet
as a sacred whisper,
voices in it are drenched
as poems of metaphysics;
the rain has become soft
now, singing a melodious
beatitude.

Alone I sit
staring at the cold grey sky
All around
winter's handiwork
so silent
so beautiful
fills the land

Drifting lazily upwards
pillars of smoke
rise ghost-like
from the chimneys
On the ground below
the freshly fallen snow
so quiet, so fragile
instils deep peace
within my soul

Standing alone in the distance
a church steeple
points majestically towards the sky
in silent testimony
of its God

Nothing stirs -
the sparrows have gone to bed
this cold winter's evening
dreaming pleasant dreams
of tomorrow's spring
when new life will take form
in Nature's world
or perhaps they dream
of yesterday's summer
when they flitted happily
from tree to tree
dancing in the sunshine
so happy to be alive
and free

Yet dream on
my little friends
cold winter must reign
a little while longer
still blessing the earth
with her deep silent beauty
--- as now the snow begins to fall
once more

Snow

White achromatic clad on the ground
Comes the sharp falling oak leaves
Loosed by a fierce changing wind
Tossed like many spinning blades
A rip saw dancing end over end
Many rotating teeth all zig-zagging
Bouncing airborne and back again
Flipping left to right twisting right to left
Tumbling tossing twirling slicing
Touching cutting tearing to shreds
Every inch of an once perfect surface

Fresh sweet smell of morning, before the heat of day
Coolness holds you captive, as light filters from grey
Whether rain or bright sunshine, we wait time to unfurl
Petals hide from night's dark, still clustered and curled

Grass turning brown, receives a much needed soak
Moisture glistens, sleeping shrubs the rainfall woke
Sky of silver grey, as heavy patters hit the ground
Silence is shattered, by constant musical sounds

Nature stirs regrowth, new health brings alive
Struggle in heavy sunshine, plants reach-rise
Throughout summer, colours gradually turn
Autumn chill wins, and shades tend to burn

Oranges-gold, mix with greens and browns
Wind stirring leaves, make a rustle sound
The morning freshness, no longer sweet
Slate grey replaces silver, as winter creeps

Evening sky—
Stained glass—
Like a pale dream—
Poetry waltzes
On wings as
Ballet dancers—
Sky opened to me
Like a body of a woman—
My thoughts are
Veiled with the
Colors of the sky—
I dream of Bali—
I dream of her love—
Want to be nourished—
Clouds part as a guitar—
There now, a fierce
Dragon is spitting fire—
The sky a song of music
To me now.

Full moon,
Hiding behind the
Veils of a dark witch…
Poetry is a spell of
Thought, of art
Playing with
Shadows of a
Sculpture of
A frozen music…
An enigma of
Time rendering
Abstract halos…
Clouds lighted
By the moon
Are witches
Chanting and dancing…
A seer has opened
His scroll ……
Poems are slowly
Making the moon
Disappear …..

Oh Pohutakawa
You enchant me
Spreading your limbs
To give shade to thee
Flowering freely as you go
Vibrant reds for you to show
Along the foreshore all in a line
Planted well before my time
Creating a canopy so sublime
Reds and greens and the branches of time.......

Black sands rising amidst the green
An amazing spectacle that must be seen
Huge and barren it’s hard to define
For it's bordered by forests and stands of pine
Make your way across the dunes
To follow the footsteps of others soon
And when you reach the highest peak
Your world opens to what you seek
An ancient lake nestled between
The greenest canopy i’ve ever seen
And the aura that abounds from this place
Travels with wisdom from an ancient race
To seek the coolness and quench the fire
Or just relax and fondly admire
Then return along the lakes flow
A trickling stream downwards so
Along past the old farmers batch
Startling quails with lens we catch
Admiring fat black cows and their view
While they ponder on what we do
Past giant flax flowering free
And nature’s grasses and weeds you see
A narrow coarse of water for it to be
Winding it’s way ever so naturally........