Maybe it’s a feeble excuse but I’m blaming the heat of the last month for not adding anything to this blog. I can’t remember a summer when I’ve spent so much time wearing shorts and trying to keep cool – not even when I was ten!
We have grass that’s looking more like coconut matting and the rest of the garden need regular watering as rain has been distinctly absent for weeks – having written that will perhaps encourage a deluge – maybe not such a good prospect.
With the dearth of rain has come a dearth of inspiration for poetry and writing of any sort. My brain doesn’t seem to function as well in hot weather and I find myself doing things on automatic pilot – and not a very reliable pilot these days.
This strange year has meant that we have gone months without seeing some people that we used to see often. As a result, there has been a realisation that some we won’t see again and others in the meantime, have suffered from serious deterioration in health. It’s hard to imagine now, a time when life will return to what we used to think of as ‘normal’ and take for granted.
Perhaps we have learnt not to take things for granted and in future we will appreciate things more. Hopefully the human race will also take more care not just of each other, but also of our planet which desperately needs us all to consider how vulnerable it is.
We had planned a return visit to New Zealand last autumn, but that of course didn’t happen. It seems unlikely that we’ll get there next year either, but this poem was written when remembering our time on South Island.
The Trees Cry
The rain and dew that fall
are tears of sky father Rangi.
Tane, god of great trees,
god of forests must weep today.
We are losing forests.
We are suffering from floods –
houses gone, walls gone
again and again gone.
We may weep at the massacre
of trees but, can we restore
forests, plant more, care more,
care enough for our planet Earth?
Our beaches exhibit wondrous
driftwood sculptures. Yes, this
is Nature’s uplifting art
quirky, unexpected, inspiring hope.