swan-songMy writing output is much reduced this month as we moved home from Upper Hutt to the Kapiti Coast taking with us not only our possessions but also the accumulated treasures of our children.





the singing
is hers as the wind
moves the stars
on the move
a spring wind ruffling
dead sea scrolls
the Word with and was
God in the
the details
of cloven hooves the 
devil is in
from without
mute constellations
wheeling within