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&nbsp;&nbsp;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...