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