Whanganui Winter

This warm, tropical wind breathes like a sigh

Cuts like a warm scythe through winter’s frost

Whanganui a wooden bowl to hold the mildness

While the West Coast floods:

Increasingly frequent “freak weather events”.

Laundry dries in the rich dark

Unless tossed to the crumpled earth

Pine pollen dusts our world with fluorescent lime

Sticky and proteinous

Lifted in clouds from the plantations that surround

These paper pages flutter like a startled bird

In my hands, trying to fly away

Everything wants to move in this wind

Harbinger of great change

I dig my fingers into the living soil

Anchors in the current

Roots in the storm.

Anonymous Submission, 2022