Winters here,
after the storm
Gentle rain,
From dusk till dawn
Nights are cold
Days are warm
A time to rest
To be reborn
Birds sing their twilight song
The flooding rains have come and gone
The ground at rest
Reading the call
When springtime comes they bud and blossom
Enough for even the hungry possum
The earth looks after his elect
To fools it brings a bottle neck
A measure of wheat for a penny three measures of barley the same
And don't hurt the oil and the wine
It's my servants to claim
Whats in store no one knows
When summer comes we may need a hose.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Now me next poem: 'Going!' lol.
Are you upside down to us in Northern Hemisphere, or vice versa?
In the land of the southern cross.
We can keep going until we're gone!
I feel quite aware of this situation actually, especially "Whats in store no one knows".
Well writ.
Love enjoying the northern night sky.
Would love to see the southern. It’s a hot one today where I live.😉
You are very right, no one knows what is coming.
Nicely done. And love the last lines.
I bang these out and probably could have said, summer might keep us on our toes, but what is written, is written!
Thanks for the looking,
Cheers Tom,
Keep up the good work.
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