Can this be an autumn day?
The sky a balmy blue.
The temperature in the twenties.
The breeze
Warm and confiding
Not even whispering of winter.
And the leaves
Smug eucalyptus green
Have no intention of changing colour
To the rich gold-brown of autumn
Of show-off Pommy trees.
And does this mean,
This metaphor of life,
That my life's autumn
Is Australian.
A time of mildness
Heralding a gentle Winter
And a very happy Christmas?
© Copyright 1 April 1999 by H.St.V.Beechey
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