Christopher Hall


Season Antipodean - Poem by Christopher Hall

I sense the winter air is drawing south,
and from that great colossus north a land
that's baked in clay and cracked at rivers mouth,
is blowing warmth in kisses out of hand

To heal our thawing heartland, clinging on
to glacial teardrops off the continent-
We need it now, like birds: a calling season,
pure reason to migrate our dulling sense

That, lost in winter, wanes and lies dormant,
now, feels a kinder touch from that sweet air,
gone in the long strung nights of such torment
of the maligned old back dog seasons care

It's different in the milk vat light down here,
right now, to what you might imagine shifts,
we feel it - in the warming air that lifts:
Trees change, just as you see them disappear

Topic(s) of this poem: season, september

Form: Verse


Comments about Season Antipodean by Christopher Hall

  • Kelly Kurt (9/24/2015 6:29:00 PM)


    Very intelligent poem, Christopher. Thanks (Report) Reply

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  • Chris Hall (9/24/2015 7:40:00 AM)


    A different take on the seasonal change of September. The opposite seasons of the northern and southern hemispheres are something you don't consider odd until you lived in both. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 29, 2016


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