The Wind of Change
is once more tapping at doors, rattling windows,
opening eyes, ears, minds to the possibility
of an idea gathering momentum
to create a monumental miracle.
But is it more than in a flight of fancy, we hear a roll of gigantic
drums awakening us to felt the universal pulse giving birth
to a renewal of tenderness - arousing us to view hate and revenge
as a false tracery to be chased time out of time - beyond
mind's sight - until our tread mill memory is stilled?
Even the birds seem to be chirping, feel
the warm glow spreading through the people of the land.
But the warm gentle breeze changed to a cold strong wind,
denuding trees, while dry leaves seemed to sigh - if only -
And in the crisp morning light, with a hunger for peace,
myriads of people, all races and creeds, joined in the refrain - if only
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as a strong wind picks up the voices, carrying them
over land and sea; and as it softens to a gentle breeze
people from many lands sing - in harmony
we celebrate our diversity.
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Full Fledged
Know your limitations,
my mother said.
She's dead.Her words linger on.
Search ... explore, I urge
never rest on yesterday's applause.
Know the score; look for more.
Full fledged you fly
words die...
your mother spreads her wings.
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A Winding Path
Man and garden conspired to create a maze
in miniature; designed to amaze friends -
or foe - as they stumble about until,
by the toss of a coin, the obvious choice
betwixt Rapaki Drive, Glenelg Spur and
Centaurus Drive opens to a winding path
which leads the mind to imagine secret hideaways
lurking within dry stone walls and under leafy umbrellas
and secretly for the trees won't tell - these mature
English oak, pin oak, copper beech, ginkgo, Australian flowering gum,
magnolia tulip and a manuka with its reminder
of a canoodle in spring where, in the gardens special place,
Daphne whispered to Wisteria of how Jasmine hedged while mandarin,
lime, lemon and grapefruit turned from sour to sweet
at the sight of robust purple Rhododendron
toying with blushing white Camellia.
And a late blue crocus
shyly pierced the hard ground
and opened to the warming sun.
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