Autumn in The Antipodes
To the casual eye,
autumn gives no cue
in the Australian bush.
No last choke of color
to see off a season,
trees here keep
their clothes on.
Change is subtle,
leaves are shed all year
in a sprinkle of drab.
Here though, trees
can suddenly drop
a half ton limb
on a dead calm day
when there's not
a breath of wind.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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