poetry

orange grove

orange grove

behind a screen of feathery firs
neat rows of short green trees
preceded for miles
by the dripping sweet scent
of orange blossoms
so thick and heady
I can barely gulp down air

it’s the same citrus smell
your warm crown wore
after the tangerine baby wash
in the sweet simple days
before your first haircut

poetry

Drakensberg

Drakensberg

after days and days
of endless horizon,
mountains &
relief