Through the night
under the Southern Cross
the Easterlies blow cool
from the Escarpment
to the foothill village below.
With the break of dawn
Flute Player Magpie
warbles his morning wake-up
"quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle" song.
A chorus of kookaburras join the symphony
with Ringneck Lorikeet ringing a bell.
From winter's brisk, cold wind
To sultry, steaming days
a flight of twenty-eight hours
to the Land Down Below.
During the day, our Villa is an oasis
from the searing heat of the summer sun.
Flowering pink roses and frangipani blossoms
fragrant the air these February morns.
In t-shirts and shorts we meander
outside our Villa gate and fill our senses
with summer in the month of February.
I actually had several more images to go with this piece but am experiencing difficulty uploading....another Gather hiccup.