Have a gander at the discussion on the Poets of Northland Facebook page today.
Through the hall
the flute’s song frolics.
The old woman turns cartwheels in her head
– Linda Hansen
Close to dawn the wind holds mist still
and shrouds the creek .
water flows blind to sea
– Helena Burnett
Smiling face
amidst the rush-hour crowd
mid-winter sunshine
-Steve Herbert
High tide, brown water
swirls past mangroves’ knotted trunks
glimpse of yellow eel.
– Vivian Thonger
Not the Earth’s shadow
Nor this negligee of clouds
Can hide the blushing Moon.
-Peter Larsen
