The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever…
Isaiah 40:8
Tag Archives: rice grass
HOME SWEET HOME
river grass
and battered seed heads,
spider house
HIDING HERON
My old friend again…
movement
among the rice grass
heron stalking
WINTER WATER
The weather’s off and on again today, but we managed to get out for a short walk…
always something when
you are walking in winter
patterns on the rice-grass
and a fisherman doing wheelies
up the wild river
and always
those elusive fantails
TIME PASSING…
If those posts could speak
stories of old river boats
ghosts of long-gone kauri
and the men who rafted them
downstream with the tide
gum-diggers and sailors
long gone in the mists and mud
and the tide still
going out
© Maureen Sudlow
FROM THE MAKER’S HAND
this morning the gift
of a Heron’s harsh call
soft colour of a butterfly
resting
morning sun on the river
coolness of dew
on the tall rice-grass
blue-washed sky
after the rain has passed
There were two herons up a huge old Pinus – but mainly hiding…
FULL MOON RISING
full moon, and the river running high
butting under the wharf
where the old boards creak
and the rice-grass drowns in the tide
