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

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