Pohutukawa trees

(Written 26 May 2018)

Silver grey, rough bark
tall limbs to the blue sky.
Summertime red flowers, bright
petals fall to the sand
carpets of crimson strands
under branches.

I’m here again, this place
I fell in love.
In love with these trees
in love with a land
covered in fluffy clouds
green, and free to wander.

In love for the first time
with a boy who loved me.

Do these trees remember
that younger girl?
Does my touch feel familiar
on their skin from 18 years ago?
Seventeen, now thirty five
still exploring, growing
the same but different.

Hold me here
just for a moment
in these memories.
They drift like cotton-wool clouds
out to the ocean,
my soul’s resting place.

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