Orchidland Morning
by Kathy Wines
Playful sprinkles of rain flit and dart adding a soft percussion rhythm
Gray skies brushed with streaks of pink bring a muted embrace
Brilliant shades of green dance in a profusion of differing tints
Fresh morning
Breathe in
Breathe out
Be attentive
So grateful
A symphony of splendor is at hand
Kathy is a teacher at a charter school in Hilo, Hawaiʻi. She received her B.A. in Linguistics from the University of Hawaiʻi at Hilo, along with a teaching certificate, and Master of Education. Kathy and her husband enjoyed three years sailing on a 30-foot sailboat, exploring Mexico, French Polynesia, Cook Islands, and New Zealand. When it came time to settle down, the Big Island of Hawaiʻi proved to be the optimum place to swallow the anchor and start life ashore. When Kathy is not celebrating the joy of learning with her fifth graders, she came be found relishing in all that life offers on her island home, along with pursuing her dream of becoming a writer. Living amid an ʻōhiʻa lehua forest on the slopes of a volcano helps to create the perfect spot to let her creativity flow. Kathy can be reached at wines@hawaii.edu.
Dusk at Kauaʻi Surf
by Frances Kakugawa
A sadness falls over me
As man’s torches
Replace the sun
Beyond the red mountains.
A giant Japanese fan
Ripples out in circlets
Around a mallard
As she dips her head
Into her wings
To nibble a bug
On the quiet pond.
Quietly the fan disintegrates
To the motor boat ripples
Trailing each mallard
Across the lake to shore.
[gn_divider]Overnight Guest
by Frances Kakugawa
i am an overnight guest
in their brand new home,
both girls, instead of pulling straws
sleep with me
on a king-sized bed
with me sandwiched in the middle.
giggles, giggles, betwixt the sheets,
”go to sleep!” “stop poking me!”
bring more giggles
but even giggles soon get sleepy.
brandi is sound asleep on my right,
nicole on my left slide to the edge,
proclaiming, “I love to sleep near the edge.”
i curve one arm around nicole,
holding her in before
she falls like icarus
into total darknness.
i lay awake, thinking of life,
how some of us live near the edge
taking risks, pursuing dreams, living
outside of little white boxes,
often teetering on one foot.
only in childhood do we know,
someone’s arm is always there,
holding us in from over the edge.
and this is how it ought to be
when we are young and trusting
in our parents’ home.
A local author and poet, Frances H. Kakugawa’s works include Kapoho, Mosaic Moon, and Wordsworth Dances the Waltz. She received a Ka Palapala Poʻokela Award for her keiki book Wordsworth the Poet.
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