David Chadwick

A poem for the month - July

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Puanga

 

Taranaki, bathed in pink and gold,

watched the sun down.

Later that evening, the children queued

to see Jupiter and its moons

through the telescope

(lined up, dazzling bright – the moons).

 

In the morning, they rose early

to look for Punaga in the east,

but overnight, a blanket of cloud had roll in

and covered up the dawn sky.

 

But tomorrow … tomorrow there will be another chance.