I see you still
stooped, in your garden
as the night falls around you
but when I reach out
you are already leaving

what happens
when the heart has gone
from a garden
from the bee-buzzing sweetness
of the flowers

further than daylight
wheat fields stretch
to a darkening sky
a man and his dog
going home

this morning
I stood on the hill
as the sun rose
and a late Morepork
called your name


These things I hold sacred
the right of children to be fed
the right of a man to earn his bread
the right of the elderly
to sleep in the sun, without fear
the right of all life to be cherished

© Maureen Sudlow

sun rising


Back from a walk by the river, and I think there might be kereru in the loquat, but when I get there with my camera they burst out in a flurry of loud flapping and take refuge in a nearby tree. Never mind – I’ll share a few photos from my walk instead.

windy day, and the kereru
are plundering the loquats, again
my washing is trying to break free
and there’s dust rising over the river

(click on any photo to enlarge)