a river of stones - July 15

    in the dark

             early

      morning,

        an empty

               can of

           energy

      drink lays   

          crumpled

      in the gutter

a river of stones - July 14

just above the horizon

the moon

takes full credit for its glow.

such falsehood!

it merely reflects the sun’s glory

a river of stones - July 13

winter day

even at noon

my shadow is long

a river of stones - July 12

running across the street

his grimace

provides no protection

from the rain

a river of stones - July 11

gale force winds

a trash can

is transformed

into 

an umbrella stand

a river of stones - July 10

arriving home,

the rain clouds

momentarily  part –

the Southern Cross

a river of stones - July 9

the birthday party,

eighty years

and her rocking chair

is merely

an ornament

a river of stones - July 8

Outside the Army Museum,

a boy clambers over a tank

– it’s all just a game

a river of stones - July 7

winter rain

pounding my roof

and the Karearea call


http://www.whatbird.co.nz/audio/08audio-long.mp3

a river of stones - July 6

before dawn –

blue, green, red,

yellow and white 

 – colours

of the harbour waves

a river of stones - July 5

On the way to work

I pass

the same people

on the same corners

at the same time –

A discomforting

comfort  with such

familiarity

a river of stones - July 4

the shortest day

is now behind us,

snow

on the Rimutakas,

make nights

far too long

a river of stones - July 3

dawn –

splitting the darkness

from light

a Ruru call

a river of stones - July 2

under the overcast sky

even the river

appears grey

a river of stones - July 1

the new moon
is still
the same old moon

Candle

If the flame of a dying candle is used to light another, 
then the light will never cease to shine.

by the roadside

laying near the

side of the road

– a rabbit –

will not see in

this Chinese New Year

 

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Misty Rain

shrouded in misty rain - the harbour

perhaps the city beyond is just a myth

  

A New Month

I turned to a pigeon 

sitting next to me

at the outdoor cafe.

"It's a new month" I said

"A new what?" 
he replied then
asked "have you 
finished with 
that muffin?"