October Morning

The morning dawns

Sun-drenched crisp

And blue,

Echoes of winter

held within its promise.

Magpies doodle in the distance

And I can see

Two Kereru canoodle

On a Gum-Tree branch

discussing nest sites.

Pigeon Real Estate?

This stillness, welcome pause

from Springtime gales and restlessness.

Now my cats sit all together

‘mungst the roses

Staring up the harbour

Where a huge ships floats

on her way to Lyttelton.

On this day in October

Diamond Harbour shines.

I will go,

make myself a coffee

and sip it in the sun.

                                                                              Jan
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The Line Between

How close we skim the unseen line between

One moment peace of mind the next a darkly guarded dream

Stirring murky pools - revealing past

To darken now the present with unexpected blast

Of cold and icy fragments piercing deep

The endless fount of memories stored in depths of sleep.

If but

Released into the sunlight - so exposed

As to wash away the power, darkness had enclosed

Dissolving in the Heavens subtle hue

The patterns of a decade – vanished in the blue.

Jan
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