Magpies are calling <br />The truce has been won <br />Hark, prayers singing peace <br />In the softening sun. <br /> <br />Bloodwoods are blooming <br />The wattle's in bud <br />We think of the Anzacs <br />And from where we have come. <br /> <br />Looking over the shoulder <br />From summers mad pace <br />To the cooling and slowing <br />Bringing rare calming grace. <br /> <br />Thoughts fleet of beaches <br />In each days ebbing heat <br />Bulbs peep from soil <br />The odd scorcher's indiscrete. <br /> <br />Rock orchids branch and reach <br />Lorikeets feed in the umbrella tree <br />With New Holland Honey Eaters <br />Until disturbed when they flee. <br /> <br />The buffalo lawn has slowed <br />Currawongs call and patrol the crowns <br />Christmas Bush extends its stems <br />Crepe Myrtles thin and brown. <br /> <br />Leggy plants are trimmed <br />Mates get weekend projects done, or <br />Restful are those basking hours <br />Basted in the shortening sun. <br /> <br />Barbeques with friends are best <br />As endless sunny days cool down <br />Summer anxieties recede again <br />And the peace of Easter abounds. <br /> <br /> <br />24/4/2005<br /><br />Danny Draper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-in-sydney/
