A Signage for Summer
Lorikeets strumpet queer, chase out the
cackling birds of my dower space
a balcony parade and eat from the bird bath
Just that , as I wait for you and spring is flowering
as summer is coming with untold blue skies
hello to all this chirping and
hang onto the moments that are precious
Just that, I say in my specious moments
what sustains me is ritual, just that
woke in my freehold to bake, just that
a silent space
where birds of variety dwell on a scenic rim
to know my landscape, create solace and destiny
the brush turkey nests in the copse of oaks
his lady visits as platinum blond the courtyards
to create menage, he scurries to make her nest
and chased by little boys to cower and native
gardening is spring and blossom and pruning
just that.
The butcher bird flummoxes into my glass pane
in search of visage, and times can be
devastating and uplifting
burn-offs preventing
bushfires with asphyxiating smoke, catastrophic fires
and flooding rains bring fright and hysteria.
Does thankfulness overcome all of this, or are we at the mercy
of Climate Change and this is my home.