photo: there is no shortage of confused magnolias, ready to welcome spring, although there is still a good month of winter to endure.
And when spring arrives
I will stand at the gates of heaven
I will be the minister of sun
in still solitude
I will prepare the final word of summer.
I will reveal the true colour of the world’s torch
photo: Ah ! magnolias, always keen to bloom, as soon a ray of sun is out. Nelson, on my morning walk.
The sun like a cold promise
touches the edge of the roof
a shy guest, a reluctant blessing.
Brief warmth, but the coffee is lukewarm
in the dark kitchen.
My shadow will stretch across the sand
when I get out of the icy water
I will breathe in the cold air
then go warm up.in the corner of the big armchair.
photo: Pohara, Tata beach
photo : Matai river, at 8 am. bliss
After a shaky start to the summer, the fine weather has settled in since the beginning of February. With climate change and La Niña contributing, the sea temperature of twenty degrees and above is still too high for me, and even though the children are back at school and the beach is quieter, I do not feel like going there. I go to the Matai River, at a place called « Dennes Hole, » where the water temperature is between fourteen and sixteen degrees in the morning. I go there first thing to enjoy the cooler water, which depends on the night’s temperature and warms up quickly. This is the view I have while dipping into the water in the silence of the morning, as the sun filters through the leaves.
photo: Pohara, Golden Bay
If I had a god
it would be the sun…
I would thank him in the morning
for my hands warming
I would pray him in the evening
to return the the following morning
I would worry about his absence
and would ask him to come back
but not to burn my daily bread
I would write poems to praise him
while warming myself under his rays
