Photo: The Matai River flows through Nelson. At low tide, soil debris allows the tough flora to take hold.
protected by the stones the
wildflowers have now bloomed near
the banks of the river
Photo: The Matai River flows through Nelson. At low tide, soil debris allows the tough flora to take hold.
protected by the stones the
wildflowers have now bloomed near
the banks of the river
photo: Nelson Botanic Garden (a first: I mention flowers in a poem)
Wishing for the Shadowy side/
through the open window. Yes/
The curtain and the light breeze/
It’s time to /
Dry the rose petals/
a year like any other. /
The weight of things
we would let ourselves slip into the skin of a sorry place, where one would try to save on the vowels in long words, in order to come to a conclusion that would remain inside ourselves, while watching the late blooms.
*first put online in April 2019, edited in April 2023 with a different photo
the flowers' pollen
has been scattered everywhere
cough is in the air
I will not disturb the water
I will let the time pass
and make its own story
or follow the wind
I'll let myself go in
the rhythm of things
the coming and going
of the world