South Island

written October 2008, in one of the world’s unutterably beautiful places, watching geese fly over New Zealand.

South Island   

By Lake Takepo

in early morning light

orange flowers are furled.

Petals wrapped tight with promise

display their gold when the sun’s clear light shows

above the snow bright heights.

High, three geese triangle their flight

into blue-white sky beyond.

Below, water edge

opens to the world.

World, below around above

land, lake, mountains, sky.

Who will cry?

and say ‘this matters’

or  ‘I care’.

Who now would sorrow or make war?

I would like to hear what you think of this. Please tell me

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