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Sydney in Spring
Contributed by
spike
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Saturday, 16th October 2004 @ 11:32:18 PM in AEST
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‘Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems.’
Rainer Marie Rilke
As Winter retreats from the wails of new life,
Biding her time for the next cycle of fallow earth
And as Summer waits simmering in the wings
Sweet Spring, the Prima Donna of seasons, makes her debut.
Trees that dropped their leafy progeny in Autumn
And stood bare and stoic all cold Winter,
Put forth a multitude of buds along their knobbly branches.
Soon their scaffolding will be gloriously replete and heavy
With the green greatness of new life, foliage to die for.
The camouflage colours of her sibling seasons are brightened
By a plethora of early cherry blossoms and a kaleidoscope of flowers.
Down south, in our Nation’s capitol, tulips push their heads through the loam
To parade their colours in typical Flori(a)d(e) fashion.
But in Sydney the wisteria is in glorious bloom,
Fuchsia flowers overburdening their skeletal branches,
And a strong fragrance of Jasmine hangs heavily in the cool evening air.
Southern Right whales, with calves in tow, stop off in the Harbour
For some playful respite from their northern birthing,
Much to the delight of the locals.
In contrast, majestic Humpbacks as big as submarines move south
Again to feed in the Antarctic, keeping aloof beyond the surf break
Of the rugged coastline.
The air is that ideal mix of sun-infused warmth and winter breath.
Cool on-shore breezes on a sunny day cast a happy, soporific
Attitude over tourists and townies alike;
Winter blues are cast aside like jumpers and overcoats.
Office workers on their breaks at Circular Quay to Parramatta to the
Northern Beaches
Are tempted to skive off work and bask in the sun like seals,
To roll up their shirt sleeves and jauntily hang their coats over one shoulder
As if the esplanades of Cannes or California are no match for
Manly and downtown Darling Harbour.
Festivals abound - gardening, food, racing, fashion,
A multitude of ethnic New Years and religious events
Frantic, decorative celebrations of new life and change,
Their pagan origins all but forgotten in the swirl of
Spiritualism and conspicuous consumption.
Ear-splitting peals of thunder follow spectacular lightening strikes,
And huge clouds dark as sin cover the roads and eaves of houses with
Hail so thick it looks like snow.
The heavens bucket down between quiet, eerie interludes,
The flowers and new buds and all the spring babies sufficiently traumatized.
And while the water restrictions and hard earth presage a dry, hot Summer
Spring soothes the spirit like a comforting parent,
Like a patient lover,
Like a smiling child
As if the moment is all, and the days never-ending.
Copyright ©
spike
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2004-10-16 23:32:18]
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Re: Sydney in Spring
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by Spike on
Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 03:00:34 AM AEST
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Well, it was a little parochial, but I liked it anyway! Sydney Rules!!
Spike |
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Re: Sydney in Spring
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by wray on
Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 08:30:23 AM AEST
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Wow!! Talk about appreciation... If somebody asked me what I loved about Sydney I'd probably have said "ummm I dunno, like, it's nice and stuff." This was awesome!
Sometimes I wonder whether other people look at Australia and think to themselves, it's a nice enough country but why would anyone want to LIVE here? And I used to get a bit depressed whenever I thought about that coz I didn't really have an answer (being an ignorant teenager). Now I'll have to carry copies of this poem around to remind myself!
This was a wonderful tribute, really makes me look at Sydney with a whole new pair of contacts. Thanks :) Now write Sydney in Autumn!! |
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Re: Sydney in Spring
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 19th April 2006 @ 02:56:07 PM AEST
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Ain't no place past this paradise I call home 'cept a lengthy visit to Australia! This poem done planted reaffirmation, rededication and all that other stuff to stop wishin' and git it done. See ya in Australia, Spike!
I am overwhelmed beyond awe and SUPERB. Have I mentioned MAGNIFICENT yet. It just blows my mind your syntax, your meter, your wisdom with words. |
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