Author(s): Megan Bell

NZ - Poetry / Plays

See the sunlight glinting on maple tree leaves when the energy of the wind moves them?

A picture of scatted fairy gold and old world magic.

Or the sparkles of a thousand diamonds carpeting the earth, as I tiptoe to collect tart green apples in the cradle of my shirt.

Are you struck with awe like me?

Can you feel it in your belly?

This connection, right here, right now?