Dressed in green she came

 and like a tulip

leaned her head against the door

   and looked at me.

Her hand lay cool as a stone

 against her dress

  and her sandalled feet

showed white as a pair of doves

   on grass.

 She did not stir

but wanted me to speak to her.

   Her words

were lilies on a green stem

  the small wind shakes.


By Alistair Te Ariki Campbell