The wind tells me
there's snow on the grey hills
behind the misty morning fog
it's brisk and ever so fresh
out where the mountain daisies are pushing up from the crags.
there's wind in the snow in the crags on the mountains
past the ocean's divide
past the Canterbury plains
up the perilous slopes -
to the top of the world
against the wind and the snow in the crags on the mountains -
before spring dies
in the warm winds
It's been a busy week. Lots of writing. Lots of walking out by the waterfront and feeling spring in the air. Of course it's always nice to the mountain peaks of the South island, especially when there's a bit of snow on them - but that isn't always possible. Even so - I can see them in my mind's eye - calling out across the harbour. I hope everybody is enjoying the change of season.
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