Unseasonal

Unseasonal Leaves shuffle on their stems fall onto ones which fell before not yet a storm of Autumn tints those will blaze in a month these are an early shedding host that leave before the cold appears in months of heat and sweaty brows what signal do they heed still green among the fallen fruit now turning into soft brown dirt as fresh shoots spring into the light rosebuds plump in April sun no hint of cooler nights to come our evenings set to dine outside with singlet days of Summer skies this pleasure now declines too long, too wet, too hot we cry as humans always must complain the tropics stretching south to us our discomfort metres rise none can say we’ve time to burn or urge us spin the wheel and wait the dial is set for our demise for life to build a kinder race.