Wattpad Poet GailRunschke
Heat simmers and radiates off bitumen,
A slight breeze plays with the leaves,
Months slide away time altered by weaves,
Of a different song sang by men.
No spring or autumn divide
Winter is cool wet or cool dry.
Summer heat just hot wet or hot dry
The northern hemisphere seasons
Just celebrated on the calendar,
Means nothing to the inlander
The man or woman on the land,
Here a different set of rules apply.
In this great southern land down under,
The seasonal shift is gentle
Each native plant blooms within its own weave
And as for those four seasons?
Here they just don’t apply.
