Paul Willason Poet Rhyme

Native Trees In Autumn

April and the streets are now 
starting to be carpeted by leaves
shed by plantings of European
and North American trees.

Australian trees are evergreen
and drop their leaves all year round
not caring much for the look 
of carefully manicured ground.

Some even ignore spring
and spasm in a wintry bloom
spilling bright red blossom 
in a two fingered salute to gloom.

Summer, autumn, winter, spring,
native trees seem to always look the same
except in summer, when a few
like to bathe their feet in flame.

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Suzanne Delaney May 10, 2023 at 3:17 AM I certainly miss the gum trees with all their messiness, Paul: Their scent after rain is heaven sent. Enjoyed this one very much, SuZ Paul Willason May 10, 2023 at 5:07 PM Distinctively Australian, Suzanne, although being near them in a gale or a fire somewhat daunting. We once lived in the hills, tall mountain ash everywhere, summer heat and stormy weather were times of stress. Keep well, apprecuate yr feedback.

Daniel Turner April 18, 2023 at 3:15 PM Have you ever been to America Paul? I'd like to see the lands down under. Ive only seen pictures. Fall is pretty time of year. great to read you today. I trust you are well my friend. Paul Willason April 19, 2023 at 1:29 PM Regrettably no, UK and Europe were the go in my travel days, wish I was a bit younger. Autumn in Australia would be somewhat colourless if it were not for all the imported exotic species planted to make early settlers feel at home. Stay well.