
Pōhutakawa:
every day feels like Christmas,
walking tree-lined streets.

Pōhutakawa:
every day feels like Christmas,
walking tree-lined streets.

A single rose blooms
protected by leaves around
no friends to play with

On a warm spring day
raining flowers down on me—
stranger-planted tree.

Mimics a painting:
watercolours on canvas;
pink flower on leaves.

Like a war, budding
agapanthus aggression—
bursting through summer.