2020 at the Eve

Barbeque with friends on an eve
That later produced a golden moon.
Australian fires agent
Of strange beauty.
A garden with rilling brook
Pohutukawa blossomed with fiery red
Crimson, vermillion.
A new decade’s dawning.
Anticipation of newness
The eve
Eve.
Evening.
And friends spoke
Of evening
Evening of wealth and power
The levelling of pretension.
Spoke inadequately describes
The vigour, humour wit
Of enlightenment debate
Amongst a coven
Of musicians in love
With Beethoven Bach Bartok
Boccherini et al.
Bacchus was not ignored
Nor food fit for angels.
Whenua, whenua
Whakapapa, whakapapa.
Rooted, birthed in this place
Aotearoa.
Place of Aroha when labels’s of ethnicity
Are set aside.
And as we depart on this eve of the morrow
We pay homage to the Eve,
The mother of us all.
Happy New year Eve!
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