August’s morning chill
can’t replay
The bitter freeze
of July days.
Lukewarm sun
shines pure and lingers
In the evening
haze.
Cootamundra wattle
blossoms
Beside the gums and banksia trees,
And Snugglepot and
Cuddlepie
Frolic in the breeze.
Soon blue couch
lawns of suburbs wake
The weekend’s din
of Victa whirrs
And gardens start
to beg for care
As the pollen
stirs.
Spring slips into
the year by stealth
And
winter clouds withdraw and pall,
While
steel blue skies beget summer’s
Victims of
autumn’s fall.
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