In the morning feel the hard frost
Bend brokenness, add ache
To stiff bone and disfigured skin–
The ice in the pail has frozen
In jagged and jumblesome shards.
Note nothing has altered.
The broom leans the same way,
Dust crowds as before, grimy pots
Lend shelter to stiff-legged spiders
Smoke is the memory of fires past.
The ice is melting from rusted eaves
Where it– the frost– rests at a stretch
And cradles the earth in her low hours
When she hovers on tired axis, tilts in a dream
Stretches and unwinds to another day.
© E. Richardson
The beach is a friend of the morning:
Each a sheet in the sea of the sun.
The seal pup is playing the mouth
Of the river that swallows the sea.
The seal pup is playing for fun:
He’s not in this business for food,
There’s a wave at the bay that he’s chasing,
The woman is waving away
The rise of the tide is dawning,
The sun rose the previous morning,
The seal pup is playing the tides,
And the woman is playing for time.
The seal is after a fish
That spins away from the mouth
The seal gives up the chase,
The woman is walking south.
The woman is cooking tea
In a caravan by the sea.
The fish is in the pan
And the seals are sailing south.
The river is widest at the mouth,
Where it turns towards the south.
The river is a silver ribbon
In a sea of silver-black.
The woman is a sea of mourning,
A sea of grief and salty tears
In the shadow of the morning
She shall not look back.
Autumn is also a good time for taking time to see the world. Out on a recent foray in the wilds of Waimate, I found these spotted treasures.
Officially known as ‘Fly Agaric Toadstools’ (Amanita muscaria), the name doesn’t quite convey the connotations with fairies and enchanted forests, but does hint at their insect-deterring properties.
A more mature version…apparently the ‘spots’ are actually the traces of the outer-covering which ensconces the toadstool in it’s early days: a puff-ball like protection from the world.
Until it gracefully ages to become this star-shaped sentinel of the forest floor, still carrying the stones it picked up in it’s infancy!
Further up the road we passed the golf course (New Zealand has one of the highest per capita incidences of golf courses in the world, so I thought it only fitting to include one here).
The smooth green expanses always bring to mind thoughts of pleasant camping…but not today at any rate.
The Cranio Sacral Therapy would also have to wait. But a short dawdle along the road were the miniature ponies, the highlight of the day! Here they come…
They’re not exactly practical beasts, being too small to ride yet big enough to chomp their way merrily across a few paddocks per year, but so lovely to look at with those beautiful manes.
Unlike the Big Bad Wolf I didn’t threaten to eat them all up, oh no my dears! Just the same, Little Red Riding Hood was hiding in the long green grass when we made our way home.