Season of mellow mists and fruitfulness’

According to the poet

But we don’t have an autumn here

The temperature will show it.

We have just two seasons-

Hot and mildly less so-

Just go and ask the tourists

Who are sipping their espresso.

 

Sometimes the heat begins to rise

As early as September

What happened in our former lives

When it waited ‘til November?

Is it the fault of greenhouse gas

That’s gone and cracked the ozone

Or is it just the price we pay

For living here in Godzone?

 

When the sun goes down at last

In all its flaming glory

It sometimes takes the breeze as well

And then comes Purgatory.

We toss and turn and toss some more

And then comes fitful sleep.

When morning comes we greet the day-

‘It’s hot again’ we weep.

 

There’s only one thing left to do

So we retain our reason

We’ll holiday in Melbourne

Where they have every season-

In one day.