Kia ora everyone today my class and I were doing poems about Ngahuru/Autumn. Here’s mine!
Ngahuru
Grey softly painted sky with just a hint of blue and white
Cool mist of an air lingering around like a old fan.
Almost you could say its like winter but there’s just something that makes it not.
At dark of night rain pellets down quietly
Making morning feeling like you’re freezing to death.
My hands are rocks, hard and cold.
Whispers of wind often come by relying on you to keep a secret.
Wispy, wary weather blends into one to make a perfect Ngahuru.
Cold days are long gone by six o’clock to a rainy night.
Leaves blow around speedily as the bitter breeze goes by.
That friends is what you call autumn.
-Sayasun
Thanks for reading!
