The water is washing over stones
Beside white onion weed
And wild ginger in their new home.
White on green and green on peach,
Fade as a thousand pearls scatter
Across the even’s fiery sky.
Somewhere a morepork calls,
And then again – morepork –
Beckoning the night’s fire lights,
Lit in unison across a hundred homes,
A hundred glowing homes,
That are remembering again,
What it is to be at peace.

By | 2019-06-01T21:28:32+00:00 April 24th, 2019|Poetry|0 Comments

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