The days follow each other
But are so different
Twas but sunny yesterday
We were on the terrace
Cooling down
In the soft mist
Of the new irrigation
Enjoying the soft noise
Of the nozzles
Watching the full moon
Above the gumtrees
Sipping our daily tipple.
Tonight is cloudy and cold
We are inside for our daily ritual
By the fire on the couch
While the storm is raging
One doesn't know anylonger
Which season it is really
Silly Victorian weather.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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