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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24 October 2016

The Burgeoning

Spring in Murwillumbah brightens the breeze
now the jacarandas are once again 
purpling, and the Illawarra flame trees
crimsoning streetscape, river bank, bush lane,
and here and there a neighbourhood garden –
now their delicate petals nod and dance
in the quickening air, flutter and prance
to draw us out from desks and dark hallways,
because this, as the season of romance,
reminds us: light and life renew, always.


Shared at Tuesday Platform for 25 Oct. 2016 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.

9 comments:

  1. Thanks for reminding me it's spring somewhere :)

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  2. This is refreshing for me to read, Rosemary. A pretty spring seems to show every year as winter is taming.
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    1. Wished I were there, Rosemary. Sydney was fine, but much larger. We are getting ready for winter though the temps are running in the 80's high for the day and our flowers from summer are still blooming. Glad your winter is ending.
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  3. I love the way you've used colours as verbs, Rosemary, which really brings the poem alive.

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  4. Ah really nice, Rosemary. I think this probably seems more exotic because of my unfamiliarity with the foliage you name. Maybe I won't look them up and stick with my imagination. :)

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    1. I think if you do look them up, they won't disappoint!

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  5. I was just thinking this morning that there is nothing that says October like the Jacaranda trees which surround my whole garden. That and for me the red-breasted cuckoo who calls for his mate.

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  6. This is a lovely glimpse ahead of the renewal of the world when spring arrives. We're kissing autumn where I am.

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  7. Your poem delivers an important message, and wonderfully. Thanks. k.

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