The Windy City

The Windy City 

“You don’t notice the wind

in Wellington if you live here all the time,but a word of advice

if visiting for the first time.

It’s best to lean into it.” 

Avie.

BROLLY

Brolly 

I looked at you 

in the morning

it took seconds

to shake off the night rain

you lifted me up

unfolding the blue sky

covering me

like you do.

Avie.

NEW ZEALAND/NATURES OMELETTE

NEW ZEALAND/NATURE’S OMELETTE.

This recipe is an absolute cinch to follow.

First add a squeeze of lemon

a smidgen of Pohutukawa  flowers saffron on the fried earth use the sun as the egg

a yellow red circumference 

a pinch of black seed and a

tablespoon of light rain.

Sprinkle with parsley

allow nature’s blossom to 

weave together like white bait

patties,the warm wind will assist the whisk

allow to cook slowly

flip over onto the pan dry earth.

For best result wait 30 seconds for a covering of

crimson blossom to fall

out of the sky then add

a light drizzle of summer seasoning.

Avie.

SALEM

SALEM

Siân Owen

were you

the Welsh Mona Lisa.

The morbid picture on the wall

the iconic rebel 

against the piety of the chapel.

Did you purposely arrive ten minutes late

for the morning service 

to ensure you had a

maximum audience to

suggest a comment on

the sin of vanity depicting 

the devils face in the folds

of your shawl.

What I would really like to know 

were you 

frivolous or just a cold and morbid Welsh work of art

Siân Owen?

Avie.

Rangitikei from the sky

RANGITIKEI 

FROM THE SKY.

I see Rangitikei 

from the sky

at first a gleam

of arterial paths 

lead to one river.

I see no obstacles 

from this great height

only the meander

of the silver serpent 

to the long continuous curve

at the edge of the green globe

it’s mouth wide open

to the sea.

Avie.

Wellington

WELLINGTON 

I love the glimpse of 

the city sprawl 

through the  trees

from Mt. Victoria 

and the view through

rope and pulleys 

knocking lines 

against the masts 

on the harbour 

floating on sparkles

of the sun.

Avie.

KOWHAI

KOWHAI

The insightful 

embodiment of

rapid flutter

so swift a spirit of flight 

stopped me in

my tracks.

The inevitability 

of the petals

at the mercy of

the windfall season

a reminder of my mortality 

the empty vessel 

stripped bare 

from the tree

fading out of 

the blue sky.

Avie.