Harry Horsman Poet Quatrain

Way Down Under

Oh, so bluest the sky doth shine
A hint of the new season’s ploy,
Sweet November a springtime shrine
Grains of golden sands of pure joy.

Towards December’s hottest sun
Where the dust is stirred to a tune,
And winter waifs become undone
When gone the drowsy days of June.

Wild Lilac flowers bend their heads
Touch rainbows of unwasted weeds,
Swell the colours of feathered beds
As rainfall shrinks forsaking reeds.

End of year is the beginning
As nature moves in lucid tones,
Dawn’s chorus keeps the world spinning
While Cockatoos perch on their thrones.

Entered November, December Poetry Contest
Sponsor Karen Krutsinger. 
poem wrote 15/11/2022

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Ann Peck December 30, 2022 at 9:28 PM A beautiful poem, Harry. I hope you're better. I'm sorry I didn't know you weren't feeling well. And I didn't know you lived in Australia! Lucky you!

Anne E Sangster - K December 27, 2022 at 1:09 PM Way Down Under. Absolutely beautiful Harry! Oh how I miss my beautiful homeland! Until today I have not been active on P.S and just heard you have been unwell. I hope dear friend you are feeling better now. Hugs Anne

Bj Legros Kelley November 30, 2022 at 1:13 PM This is incredible Harry, you made both my husband and I want to board a jet and head your way where springtime unfurls in such beauty and skip our winter in the USA!! Such a lovely, lovely poem :)

Speaks Volumes November 26, 2022 at 5:06 AM You captured those two months perfectly Harry. Sweet November, a springtime shrine towards December's hottest sun. I felt pride well up inside me as you described our land of green and gold. With its beautiful imagery and lilting rhyme this should do very well in the competition.

Heidi Sands November 25, 2022 at 9:35 AM This is beautiful Harry. I enjoyed it :)

James Peranteau November 20, 2022 at 11:35 AM where's mine leather trench...burrrr! inviting write dear poet into what many uv us know, likewise could not live without....have a blessed vinter sir...much love, james

Linda Alice Fowler November 20, 2022 at 8:23 AM Oh, I just love everything about this Harry! Alice

Sotto Poet November 18, 2022 at 3:23 PM Fantastic job, Harry. Memorializing the month of November in the spring, Gorgeous November Beautiful sand granules of pure happiness Aiming for the December sun's hottest rays. Have a wonderful time in Australia, friend.

Suzanne Delaney November 18, 2022 at 5:58 AM I miss the bird life in Australia Harry:especially morning magpies and butcher birds……little Willy Wagtails dancing on the gate…..miss them all. Enjoy the coming spring. We are escaping to Florida soon. SuZ

Mike Gentile November 18, 2022 at 5:57 AM Harry, such beautiful words convey a much different November and december than I've ever known and yet I find familiarity. Lovely to read this morning ! Happy Friday!

Elizabeth Mccann November 18, 2022 at 2:13 AM So well crafted, Harry! And Hi from Melbourne! Elizabeth

Weston Gregory November 17, 2022 at 7:12 PM A truly warm and inviting expressive yearning for the time That bring with it the pleasing sights and sounds of nature. Only right you give it such awesome big ups.

Andrea Dietrich November 16, 2022 at 12:23 PM so nice to see how it is "Down under" very well described , this contrast from how I know November and December.

Joe Maverick November 16, 2022 at 12:39 AM All the best with this evocative write Harry'

Gershon Wolf November 15, 2022 at 6:36 PM No better image than a 'cockatoo perched on his throne,' Harry! A pleasure to read. Here's to December in the southern hemisphere! ~ gw

Vijay Pandit November 15, 2022 at 4:45 AM Enjoy your seasons way down under, Harry. Lovely write: Sweet November a springtime shrine Grains of golden sands of pure joy. Towards December’s hottest sun...

Sara Kendrick November 15, 2022 at 4:19 AM Ahh!! Just think you are going into spring with its beauty and kind warmth while we go into winter with its skeletal wooded scenes. Just think if a person was rich, they could live in springtime most of their lives. I enjoyed reading this contest entry. Reads like a winner to me. Way to go. Thanks for sharing and for dropping by my page. It is good to know that you and your love for life are keeping on keeping on. Sara

Victor Buhagiar November 15, 2022 at 2:44 AM We are in the northern hemisphere. Wish I was down there, in the warm weather.

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl November 15, 2022 at 12:30 AM wow, love it and we have a week of rain forecast xx

Tom Cunningham November 14, 2022 at 11:29 PM I'm jealous Harry as its peeing down here and getting colder by the minute. Tom

Deb M November 14, 2022 at 10:38 PM Hey Harry… lovely poem and lovely weather here in Perth atm….Summers on the way!! Oh no too hot!! Debx

Valsa George November 14, 2022 at 9:40 PM Your poem celebrates a beautiful year end with a lovely ambiance . It is indeed a pleasure to read with its inherent positive vibes spread around. All the best in the contest, dear Harry...

L Milton Hankins November 14, 2022 at 7:36 PM Harry, this is simply lovely. I had to get in my head that the seasons are reversed, but when I did I found a delightful breath of fresh spring air! Good stuff, my friend.