Low-lying branches
framing pre-dawn horizon
natural portraits
Frames
Easy as
Echoes of laughter,
the city is hungover;
Sunday morning stroll.
Adventurous
Newly-found freedom:
hair colour experiments;
autumn is a teen.
Fault in our lines
The veins of our world,
well hidden from human touch—
fault lines in Southland.
Mother
You’d think the earth’s fine,
carpeted in greenery;
she’s shaking inside.
