Autumn In Albany
From hills to orchard row to the Queen’s chain
plume the toetoe, the ponga’s silver gild -
in planted field and alluvial plain
droved is the fatted calf and the earth tilled.
White breasted native wood pigeons cooing
leap bearing fruits and leaves to feed among,
and up above in splendid chorus wing
the tui, bellbird, and grey warbler song.
Oh to see the April sun’s gentle fade
on the dew shine of fallen amber leaves,
and macrocarpas betwixt light and shade
when autumn rains fall on bowers and eaves.
Soon the solstice will a changing invoke
and idle woodfired stovepipes fill with smoke.
Written: April 1996
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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