COLOURS
Haere mai, ancestors thread wind through
green leaves, ripple speak welcome
soothing branches enclose, soften and gentle
whisper wellness
Lost in darkness
silent path tracks grief
Moon overlooks blackened waters
waits
watches worlds breathe deep
waits
till surprise pink fern fronds
smile spring
waits
till pohutukawa crimson
covers forest floor
Nurtured, healed
searching over
arriving finally at the ground at my feet
I feel my colours, return