a new garden

The old garden is gone It has become a secret garden of memory I still hear the bird song there sometimes I am sure the eagle is flying to bring me home there I fly between the kauri pine branches and watch the flocks of lorikeets But I waken to a different place a gardenContinue reading “a new garden”

Birds continues

Birds don’t hope they continue in their search for food they return wherever they see it and feed as their stomachs demand. Birds continue to be and to sing and they look at people quizically not even wondering at their tears but happy to sing and represent the hope the poet constructs. (c) June PerkinsContinue reading “Birds continues”

Once you were

Before the cyclone you often greeted me at sunrise and sunset with branches outstretched to embrace my camera you went about your business I came to know you well You were a giving tree After the cyclone your branches were stripped until you were a skeleton of what you once were nearby your sister treeContinue reading “Once you were”