Category Archives: SEASONALLY YOURS

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face. John Donne.

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FRUIT IN SEASON 3: IN AUTUMN I TAKE UP MY KNIFE

The view from the kitchen sink takes in the garden,
the fence, the tall trees in the valley, the children shouting
and crying, the feijoa tree, shedding its fruit,
like large green tears, or bullets big as a human heart.
Each swipe of the dish-sponge is anger or regret,
choices have consequences, consequences constrict
to the tightness of skin on a fruit, this feijoa
I slice into, savagely, and stop. Pineapple-scented.
The soft, fragrant jelly within.

© 2009, Miriam Wei Wei Lo

Child or angel, who can tell? (She may child to others be. She is angel unto me.)

"Christmas souvenir, 1893"

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An Old Bush Road
Dear old road, wheel-worn and broken,
Winding thro’ the forest green,
Barred with shadow and with sunshine,
Misty vistas drawn between.
Grim, scarred bluegums ranged austerely,
Lifting blackened columns each
To the large, fair fields of azure,
Stretching ever out of reach.

An Anthology of Australian Verse 

foto – mists in december bilambil cottage 2008

Many Australians spend Christmas out of doors, going to the beach for the day, or heading to camping grounds for a longer break over the Christmas holiday period. It has become traditional for international visitors who are in Sydney at Christmas time to go to Bondi Beach where up to 40,000 people visit on Christmas Day.

http://www.cultureandrecreation.gov.au/articles/christmas/ 

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Jingle Bells (Aussie style)

Dashing through the bush,
in a rusty Holden Ute,
Kicking up the dust,
esky in the boot,
Kelpie by my side,
singing Christmas songs,
It’s Summer time and I am in
my singlet, shorts and thongs

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut !,
Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Engine’s getting hot;
we dodge the kangaroos,
The swaggie climbs aboard,
he is welcome too.
All the family’s there,
sitting by the pool,
Christmas Day the Aussie way,
by the barbecue.

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,
Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Come the afternoon,
Grandpa has a doze,
The kids and Uncle Bruce,
are swimming in their clothes.
The time comes ’round to go,
we take the family snap,
Pack the car and all shoot through,
before the washing up.

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,
Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Aussie Jingle Bells
Col Buchanan

He that would have a bad morning let him walk out in a fog after a frost.

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Mystery magnifies danger as the fog does the sun.

Proverbs, Maxims and Phrases of All Ages: Classified Subjectively and … (1887)

foto-Ulmarra Timber Mill on Coldstream Street. Winter’s morning 09.

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NORTHERN BELLES

One by one the penguins steal my sanity.

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Damn revisionists, why can’t they ever make history better? Like have us all live in Antarctica and worship the Golden Penguin? That’d be great.  Dale Gribble

FOTO -MOBS PICTURE OF PENGUINS ART TARONGA PARK 2006

All worn and wasted by the storms, All gapped and fractured by the storms, All split and splintered by the storms. HENRY KENDALL.

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Roads are wet where’er one wendeth,
And with rain the thistle bendeth,
And the brook cries like a child!
Not a rainbow shines to cheer us;
Ah! the sun comes never near us,
And the heavens look dark and wile.

Mary Howitt, The Wet Summer, from the German

FOTO – KALANG 2008

Cause we’re all in the mood for a melody, And you’ve got us feeling all right. Billy Joel.

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There are 4 things you must never do: lie, steal, cheat, or drink.
But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love.
If you must steal, steal away from bad company.
If you must cheat, cheat death.
And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away.

Brianne Kelly Darragh . IRELAND.

FOTO – KAYE BASS RESTORED BY MONGREL GUITARS

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Criticizing another’s garden doesn’t keep the weeds out of your own.

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I suppose,’ thought Harriet, ‘she had one of those small, summery brains, that flower early and run to seed.’ 

Dorothy L Sayers, Gaudy Night

FOTO – ARMIDALE GARDEN 2006

The best bridge between hope and despair is often a good night’s sleep.

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The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that  hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof. Barbara Kingsolver

FOTO – PALMS IN BILAMBIL 2005

Lower your head modestly while passing, and you will harvest bananas. Proverb. (Congolese)

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Pauk leaf that wraps Taungzalat flower smells fragrant like that flower.
So also is the same for those who associate with the wise.

Loka Niti BURMA.

http://asiarecipe.com/burprov.html

FOTO – BANANAS AT LINDEN LEA BILAMBIL

Forbidden fruit is sweet.

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MTC CRONIN

sun & rain

I have grown my wisdom
on summer days
and watered it with both rain
and melting snow
I have helped it
up ladders
and sat with it
still upon a tired step
I have tasted it like a bite
of fruit and unlike fruit
savoured that same bite
over and over

 

AUSTRALIA POETRY INTERNATIONAL WEB

FOTO   – KINGSCLIFF BEACH 2009

"He was brought up in a house of women/ in a city of heat that gave its children/ faith in the fable of coral and fish/ told them the world was something to miss." grant mclennan

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A year ago the hill was afire,
The shout of voices, cry of stock,
Was screaming leaves, the moon
turned red,
Was day, was war, the hill was fire.

Ray Mathew

(GRANT MCLENNANUnkind and Unwise, from the 1984 album Spring Hill Fair)

FOTO –STOKERS SIDING HALL FEB 2009