It's cooler this morning
and grey.
The deep blue-black
mountain sulks.
But from the east
a shard of gold
paints a slice
of brightest green
across a hill
in the west.
Meandering Through Secret Waters: A mishmash of some of the poems, pictures, ponderings and everyday happenings that make up my life.
Thursday, February 15, 2018
Motorcycling Vision
Rose-tinted spectacles are one thing:
looking at the world through
dark prescription lenses
and a perspex motorcycle visor
is quite another.
Wherever the summer sun
falls on leaves and
the breeze moves them,
they shine with iridescent
paua greens blues purples pinks,
and even the tops
of black plastic water tanks
and the backs of Friesian cows
shine like polished pounamu
looking at the world through
dark prescription lenses
and a perspex motorcycle visor
is quite another.
Wherever the summer sun
falls on leaves and
the breeze moves them,
they shine with iridescent
paua greens blues purples pinks,
and even the tops
of black plastic water tanks
and the backs of Friesian cows
shine like polished pounamu
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