It is longer spring here
down at the bottom of the world
(if I were being truthful
at the very bottom of the world
spring is a mere matter of degrees)
Here in the land of Oz
we are in Autumn,
yet driving today,
the sunshining through
the last of the clouds and
the waratahs red and vibrant
competing with the yellow
sunshine cascading drops
of the wattles , all outdone by
the bougainvilleas with their
bursts of deep, deep purple
the smell of lemon myrtle and eucalypt,
giving a zinging zest to the air
you could well believe that
nature did not get the memo...
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
It is longer spring here
down at the bottom of the world
(if I were being truthful
at the very bottom of the world
spring is a mere matter of degrees)
Here in the land of Oz
we are in Autumn,
yet driving today,
the sunshining through
the last of the clouds and
the waratahs red and vibrant
competing with the yellow
sunshine cascading drops
of the wattles , all outdone by
the bougainvilleas with their
bursts of deep, deep purple
the smell of lemon myrtle and eucalypt,
giving a zinging zest to the air
you could well believe that
nature did not get the memo...
It is cooler and it has been very wet where we are....but today when the sun came out the world arounds us looked newly washed and the lush exotic nature of the plants, shone through....
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