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My Australian Autumn
 

Soft sunlight filters warm through boughs of green
as Autumn differs slightly in our land;
occasionally gold splashed in between,
deciduous planted by new migrant's hand.

Where larvae which must have escaped the ark
make scribbly pictures beneath smooth, soft bark,
in contrast against burnished ochre hills,
a mellow magpie voice around us trills.

Here, colour comes from eucalyptus bloom;
russet, amber, bronze, maroon, deep red,
in tree-tops where koala lays her head,
yon' magpie hushes...silent as a tomb.

But still the farmers harvest golden grain
and harrow paddocks, waiting for the rain.




Pushkin Sonnet

Third in a series
of seasonal sonnets


N.B. The background is a sample of bark
from a 'scribbly bark' tree. The designs
have been etched by burrowing insect
larvae.

By cherryk

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