Description
Whimsical, ironic poems exploring the difficult art of dancing on clouds, love, illness and whakapapa. When tossed on tides of rippling earth, refuge and solace can be found in this warm cloak of words. — Diane Brown, poet
When darkness falls
When light
of day
has melted within dusk
cloak
of warmth
wraps across shoulders
uplifts
dances
transports me
within
secrets
which can only be
spoken
when sun falls
