October 2012

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Written by: Stephen Bailey

dew-fall —
a sparrow feeds
on breadcrumbs

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white noise —
heavy rain rasps moss
from the roof

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white noise —
the pulsing of stars
long gone

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dawn chorus —
the sound of trees
shaping light

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having shaped trees,
sunrise colours lilac
and asphalt

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morning waders —
the coolness of waves
beyond black swans

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morepork cry —
moonlight drenches
a chill wind

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summer night —
crickets measure out
the void's heat

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bubbling up —
music of the spheres
from the ooze

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before these
what songs were sung here?
lilac blooms

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rain forest —
a stick insect moves
with reverence

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as worms rise
the pavement darkens —
falling clouds

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warmer days and
along the horizon
banking clouds . . .

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birdsong
stretches beyond itself. . .
this gilded cage

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your mirth, fantail,
squeezes the juice
out of day

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afternoon delight —
a tui explores the depths
of kowhai

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ebbing tide —
all that remains
to be seen

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entranced
at the heart of darkness . . .
a glow-worm

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setting sun —
as flowers close
stillness

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night falls
within my arms —
hazy moon

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a mayfly
lifts off its past —
vagrant breeze

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spring dawn —
the slow honeying
of light

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over lunch
birds of a feather . . .
bitter spring

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why this spring
are my days shorter?
waxeyes sipping dew

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tui,
do you sing praise
or lament?

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breaking dawn —
birdsong pieces together
fragments of silence

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fragrant breeze —
the prosody of dreams
seeding worlds

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primal night —
only a fragrance
lingers

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through darkness
the ache of spring dawns —
earth-breaking bulbs

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waning crescent —
she too reflects now
some other light