
Cold concrete blushes;
with a light kiss on the face
the sun bids farewell.

Cold concrete blushes;
with a light kiss on the face
the sun bids farewell.

In her golden age
flaunts her style confidently—
deciduous tree.

In symbiosis
sharing knowledge and life breath
Mum and epiphyte

No one’s wandering
a pall descends over head
winter is coming.

Time of the gold rush:
treasure drops from city trees,
Auckland in autumn.