I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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12 April 2012

Autumn in the Northern Rivers

Always so warm
the trees and flowers
behave as if it were Spring.

Wattle and bougainvillea
bloom profusely bright
along the roads.

Most years, even my roses
bud and flower briefly.

For a short while
we open blinds and curtains,
not keeping the temperature out.

The fans are off, the heaters
not yet switched on.
We let in the air.

Gradually the nights cool
after clear, sunny days.

The mountains stand out sharp
around the sky-line; the rivers
gleam, filling their banks.

‘Why,’ we say to each other,
‘Would you want to live anywhere else?
How could you ever leave?’ (We are smiling.)

April PAD Challenge #11: A season.


  1. Reading this poem makes me want to visit the Northern Rivers! Sounds so beautiful, Rosemary. I especially love these lines:

    "The mountains stand out sharp
    around the sky-line . . ."