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'.

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9 comments:

  1. Timoteo26 October 2016 at 10:08

    Thanks for reminding me it's spring somewhere :)

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  2. Jim26 October 2016 at 12:37

    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. Jim28 October 2016 at 05:18

      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. Kim M. Russell26 October 2016 at 17:39

    I love the way you've used colours as verbs, Rosemary, which really brings the poem alive.

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  4. Marian27 October 2016 at 01:43

    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. Rosemary Nissen-Wade27 October 2016 at 07:09

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

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  5. Kerry O'Connor27 October 2016 at 03:49

    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. Rommy27 October 2016 at 08:26

    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. Outlawyer27 October 2016 at 20:50

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

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