Spring in the Suburbs

Spring in the Suburbs


The wattle’s gold is already spent
When jasmine wafts its heady scent.
Spring’s arrival is a great event,
And winter’s end brings no lament.

Rosellas and rainbow lorikeets
Flash brightly in their search for treats;
Suburban mowers all compete,
Every second yard, in every street.

Red bottlebrush makes a fine show;
And honeyeaters flit to and fro;
Hailstorms pass and strong winds blow;
Rain pours down, making gutters flow.

The breeze grows warmer every day;
More people walk on each byway.
Parks resound to families at play;
White limbs at last see light of day.

Birds build nests and raise their brood;
Now winter’s over, there’s lots of food.
Folk clean house of things accrued,
Work and play bring a cheerful mood.

Between winter’s cold and summer’s heat,
Life renewed makes the link complete:
Not just country feels nature’s beat
Suburbs do too, and life is sweet.


Linda
October 2006

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