Today it feels like Spring has finally sprung! The sky is clear blue, the warmth of the sun gently diffused by a cool breeze.
Neighbours have tidied their lawnsand are now cranking up their favourite tunes as BBQs are given a post-winter scrub done in preparation for their first firing up in months. The only other sound competing with Fat Freddy’s Drop (https://www.fatfreddysdrop.com/) is the vigorous chorus provided by flock of tui, pīwakawaka and kererū.
Today reminds me of a day about five years ago when I reclined into the deck chair I had made from upcycled pallet wood, and wrote the following poem (the poem is in my book Harbour).
Sunday Afternoon I lean back into the cradling arms of the old deck chair Tired wood releases a creaky sigh Warm sunshine blankets the afternoon. The sounds of suburbia provide a 2-stroke soundtrack The clear weather has inspired a new level of industry respectable neighbours clear winter weeds and trim innocent hedges into forced conformity. I have manufactured an excuse for a temporary sunbathed moment Thoughts barely form as I recline into domestic bliss.
Angele Toomey Poetry 