Spring winds so far:
Blustery hot one day
Hectoring cold the next
Temperatures follow them
Up and down
Like driven yo-yos.
Can't sleep with the roaring
Can't dream with the window rattling
Can't stand the chimney whistling
Enervating to the point of screaming
Irritating to the point of losing one's mind.
There's no escaping them
If only they could bring rain
Be useful in short, but no !
They dry all moisture around
From the soil, from the plants, from the air,
Break branches loaded with flowers,
Promises of juicy crops .
Oh Spring, where did you find
Those uncouth thugs?
Where are the gentle breezes
Of yesteryear?
Whirling winds bringing us discord
Return to the roaring forties
Where amongst the wild waves
You can work havoc upon
Leave us listening to the paddocks silence
And deep peace of a forgotten continent.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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