Tuesday, 15 February 2022

One Poem by Matt Sell




Places



O, the old winds of Wellington,

The summer strolls of Western Springs.

These dual cities, lived in common,

Repeating notes, that history sings.



Basking now, in Granddad’s care

Bouts of laughter; hours upon hours.

Sweet lavender, borne upon the air

Prancing now, upon fields of flowers.



Here remains, a well-cared orchid,

Words stream by mountain passes.

A calm river, cool yet tepid

Always present, life dances!



Matt Sell is a writer from Auckland, New Zealand. He is a lover of travel, nature, history and the outdoors. He's published a number of articles but is more interested in pursuing the realms of fiction and poetry.

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