Karori morning (draft)

Currently isolating in my flat with COVID. It's so quiet and serene, it's like I can hear the trees talk.

 

The grass outside

Wriggles under raindrops: 

Beads of stubborn,

Loving, nutrients adorn.

 

From across the street,

Many heads shake with glee:

The proud cabbage tree

Broadly twiddles her fingers;

Tree ferns at the back

Giggle with every peek.

 

Now and then,

Booming waves

Interrupt the communion.

I forget they belong here,

The cars rolling through, so loud

When I'm busy

Listening to the trees.

 

 

 

 

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Graham Sherwood

Thu 24th Mar 2022 09:54

Great start to yourWOL adventure

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Greg Freeman

Sat 12th Mar 2022 05:40

Hope you haven't got Covid too badly, Kelly. Loved this poem, with its details of the natural world in New Zealand. Suddenly made me appreciate what a global site this is, and give thanks for that. There is a stillness and calm about this. Thanks for posting.

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