Coming

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.