As spring enters her own, blooms open, and nectar is there for the taking, and the Tui sings lustily with another lick.
Tag: #poetry
A Genial Gardener
A tribute to Uncle Danny, a man I only knew for approximately a quarter of his 80+ years, though the Squire knew him all of his.
Uncle Fred & The Whitebait Season
Sometimes Spring isn't always about those pretty blossoms.
Flying High into the Night’s Sky
Dedicated to a man who made me think and smile, even if I did disagree with his viewpoint, and to my beautiful-hearted cousin, kia kaha.
The Estuary
I think this poem quite apt for this morning as I'm about to walk out the door heading in that direction.
Life at No. 22 