Morning Walk At Evans Bay Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Then time took up the koru sun

That coiled and edged the bay

Burned and in its heaven spun

The spiral of that shimmering day

And waves fell tilted from the spill

To topple there and then at last lay still.



There the gyre and there the strand

In progress set to play and turn

The thrower takes the cast to hand

And catches ripples in return

So the steady foot step trails

And dusts the trace where imprint fails.