Poetry corner

High country weather

Alone we are born
And die alone
Yet see the red-gold cirrus
over snow-mountain shine.

Upon the upland road
Ride easy, stranger
Surrender to the sky
Your heart of anger.

Arthur River sunset

Arthur River; photo by Betty Jacobs

(James Baxter, NZ poet)

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