The bush smells differently today
since the rain came.
The crickets rasp their continuous song
almost drowning out the birds.
The earth stays beneath my feet
instead of rising as dust.
The epiphytic kowharawhara
which fell in last winter's winds
from the rimu by the stream
and took root at its base
smiles its pale custard-coloured
damp flowers at the world.
An indefinable, almost edible breeze
tempts me to stay.
Kowharawhara = astelia solandri
rimu = dacrydium cupressinum