Saturday, December 28, 2013

Outback Moods

even sprayed with cool water
cannot survive the filthy heat
of the outback

i toss the roses and gardenias
into the compost bin
put on the air con

i wonder how
Walter Leslie fFrench
who bought this place in 1910
and the countless other settlers
before him who called this home

 i dream of iced roses
ever year at this time
while you all complain
shivering in your boots

i floated on my back
in the  pool partly covered
by a rusty tin roof and an electric blue sky

framed by giant cactus  and olives
with only the orange and black beetles
buzzing about in the still hush of midday

i  fell in love again
that habanera whistling
in my ears
but with me love is short lived

today i am dreaming of boots
trudging through squeaky fresh snow
log fires roasted chestnuts and crepes
ugg boots and mittens

and tomorrow
who knows