a summer tasting
pohutakawa trees with deep red blooms sticky and ripe for native birds. tobacco filtered sky meets sepia tinged grass in an unbroken horizon. swelling scent of summer flowers heady perfume for the lucky. cicadas like badly oiled machinery wind in the gathering dusk. feline forms lurk on fencelines for prowling time hence. cloudforms scudding free and wild, faster than any sunset could uplight. smells of barbequed food drift tantalising, from unknown source to welcoming senses. faery lights sprinkled in shaped trees sparkle like dewdrops. rounded moon shape low and bulging yellow, begins an upward arc. peaceful seat on weathered boards eyes full of beauty, soul a contented sigh.
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November 19, 2010 at 5:39 pm
Either you are New Zealand or New Zealand is you. Your lush descriptions evoke your love of that strange land on the edge of the world admirably.
November 20, 2010 at 9:49 pm
*thumps heart area twice*
There are not enough descriptive words to make poetry suitable to describe the sheer soul swelling caused by these landscapes sometimes….but thank you!
December 18, 2010 at 6:57 am
great post, thanks for sharing
March 28, 2011 at 10:35 pm
Your words are my happy of the day… thank you o fanged bunny of beauty! xxxx