The autumn
Rain brings fresh hope
Of life in the
Sun-burnt country...
The golden wattle blooms
The neophyte
Captures the gentle muse
In the sacred
Dew of the glorious morn…
The dream is still alive
With her mane
Of auburn hair shining
In the sun
She wrote the first stanza…
Tickling the inner beauty
Dance of the maidens…
The mesmerizing rhythm
Of the
Tanka poem under
The rainbow
A promise
Fulfilled, it’s time to...
Smell the roses
The wise
Owl on the prowl, this
Sensitive soul…
Stirring lust out of the golden
Heart of autumn
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Comments: 29
Apparently this is the National Floral Emblem of Australia. Better known as acacia pycnantha.
check out at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Wattle
It's a shrub or small tree with bright yellow fluffy round flowers that are shaped something like the seed pods on a sweet gum tree.
you took my mind to beautiful thoughts of fall.
!! I looked up golden wattle and saw a picture of it
and of the symbol of australia with golden wattle in it.
You wrote about it very well!
I just had a little problem with the 4th verse having a line that has only the words:
"Of the"
In my creative writing classes I always taught my students to try and put - if at all possible an important word at the end of each line and "the" just doesn't fit the bill.
Oh, and "it's time to smell the roses" in the US is a cliche and everyone would hollar you if you were here. You could put "breathe in the roses" or "it's time to smell the (insert name of some other flower of your country, just not roses). ALL creative writing teachers preach endlessly to avoid cliches. But other than those two tiny little dinky things, this is a great poem. Nice job!!!
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