I wake to a glow
alien pink filters in
my window at five
Glow
Author: N
Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good.
Lights
Tiny Christmas lights
bringing joy to street corners
Pōhutukawa.
Excess
“Branches” seems surplus;
limbs of giant ancient trees,
cutting “arms” sounds bad.
Fear
Afraid, I hold back
leaping into the unknown;
trying new coffee.
Past
Big blast from the past
the humble agapanthus
memories of home
The Chaos Within 