Tap tapping away,
native bird seeks lost shelter,
in a human world.
Lost
Author: N
Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good.
Work
Leaves crunch underfoot,
straight, smooth, auto-mated roads;
a winter commute.
Enjoy
On coffee, as trees,
the perfect leaf doesn’t exist—
blow it; savour it
Yearning
Weeping pandanus,
leans in towards the ocean—
yearns for sea spray’s kiss.
Fold
Mushrooms after rains:
nature’s own origami;
life between the folds.
