30 September 2012

In These Quiet Moments




In these quiet moments before the night
softens the mountains of the South and
deflates clouds that float beneath their
peaks, the dying sun's rich, peach glow
deepens in the gathering gloom. 

There, where the mists stretch a false
horizon between the sea and the land’s
end Aratika glides across a trackless strait
and winks out beyond Terawhiti. 

Taputeranga Island looms up in the bay
beneath my windows, gathering grandeur
in shadows that blot features of little wonder,
commanding the bay in a mysterious night.

It is light, the night has passed in fitful sleep
and the dawn greets gulls cries as they circle
a softer countenanced island, fishing boats
point into the wind that crawls a trance-like,
ripple-pattern across the bay. 

Day begins a pastel glow behind the Heads,
spreads its cloudless scan to the mountains
standing impassive, guarding the Strait.
© I.D. Carswell


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