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Autumn Sunday
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Nature/Environment On a Sunday morning break
When the dawn rises to an autumn bleak
The surround stands still in silent solitude;
Trees unfurled on this windless interlude.
The air is soft and cool
After the refreshing rain of the season's fall
Perfect for an early morning stroll
Along quiet streets, across the highway and colourful avenues;
Along quiet parks, gardens and man made lake and swamp.
Flowers late in blooming array exuding joy
Succulent ground covers look like cushion all around
Sturdy green shrubs filling edges, flitting on the rocks
Residual vines climbing and gliding on trellis, over the fence and grounds
They glisten crisp in the melting of crystal pearly dew
Fresh as a newborn day – makes all things new!
Up high on the telegraph pole swing the kookaburras glee
Laughing in stillness of day as neighbourhood in their pillows lull
Magpies, sterlings, sparrows in their shrill notes gambol free
Amongst the old eucalypt trees and shady weeping willow trees.
Although autumn is about colour changing and falling leaves
Messy grounds everywhere and receding garden beds
Alas, here in down under, the coastlines remain tropical
Up on the highlands or inlands the weather bane is as real as the chill.
~greenmeadow~ 23 Apr. 07
