Tried to capture some Tui shots down at Virginia Lake today, but they proved as elusive as usual, plus I still cannot walk very far. But I loved the peeling bark and beautiful shapes of the eucalyptus with little glimpses of glossy feathers in between.
TUIS (with apologies to Joyce Kilmer ‘Trees’)
I think that I shall never see
a Tui clearly in a tree….
a tree with bark so loosely pressed
that hides a secret feather-dressed
a bird with plumage blue and green
with sculpted branches in between
poems are made by fools like me
but only Tuis hide in trees
© Maureen Sudlow
I have always been fascinated by the concept that what we see may no longer exist, and it prompted a haiku…
…but something in me kept wanting to change that last line
Then I read Psalm 139:12 ‘Even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day, for darkness is as light to you.’ and I understood.