Spring
I
Spring has sprung ...
That's what is sung
In my family, anyhow.
The grass is riz ...
Son, get out the mower,
Cut the grass, grab the blower.
Scrub the patio, get out the barbie,
And grab the mozzie spray.
I'll get the beer, if I may.
I wonder where the birdies is?...
The kookaburras laugh
In the old gum trees,
So watch that their poop
Doesn't fall on me!
II
Camellia flowers litter the ground,
Wattle blooms yellow all around,
And the suburbs are spotted
With patches of mauve plots
As the jacaranda signal that
Spring has arrived: no doubt!
While a magpie calls for its mate,
Carolling from dawn till late,
Children cover their heads
With anything that may serve
To guard against the sudden swoop
Of a magpie guarding its brood;
Of a single noisy black chick -
Its cries filling the spring time air.
III
Spring is signalled by light:
The time when day equals night,
And the August winds cease.
But there is no peace
From Nature's caprice:
One day snow falls on Spring flowers,
The next brings warm showers
That flood the droughted land.
As the bush grows drier,
The newspapers cry
"Tinderbox! Fire! Fire!"
And the pretty TV weather girl
Points to the ominous whirls
Courtesy of global warming.
IV
Every season has its time,
Marked by counting the days.
Mostly predictable and certain,
It's always been that way.
But that is not how it is
In the Land That Time Forgot;
A season can be long or short,
Or never happen at all...
Spring marks the time between
Celebrating a new beginning
Marking the end of winter days
Heralding the summer's heat
And the segue along the way
May never happen at all.
18 April 2015
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