On Easter and the lesson in fallen leaves

Of places known and dreams that wait awhile

On Waitangi Day, unity, and the joy of being humn

On Waitangi and the joy of being human

Of Swans Singing and The Time Between Journeys

Of winters lament and sensing the space between

On great questions and knowing when to stand

On fingerpainting the moon and following an aphid home

On following the light back home

of rock flowing upstream and a warm basket of words

Of Words as Pictures and Pictures as Words

On Leaves fingering the moonlight and the Subtlety of Language

On staring into the Light and falling into the gaps between songlines

On Following the River Downstream and Coloniser Plants

Wandering among Plants speaking Foreign Languages

The Winter Maid takes up the Baton.

Winter scrapes a first rind of ice from the pane of the day

Of Glimpses of Light and Whispers of Memory

On the Soft Curl of water and Viridian Jellyfish Dreams

On Sky Fish and the Gentle Comfort of Quiet Rituals