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A season in the southern land (Competition: Month Of Change)

Submitted by vandiemenspeak on Tue, 2015-09-22 21:59

A season in the southern land

I sense the winter air is drawing south,
and from that great colossus north a land
that's baked in clay and cracked at rivers mouth,
is blowing warmth in kisses out of hand

To heal our thawing heartland, clinging on
to glacial teardrops off the continent-
We need it now, like birds: a calling season,
pure reason to migrate our dulling sense

That, lost in winter, waned and lay dormant,
now, feel a kinder touch from that sweet air,
gone in the long strung nights of such torment
of the old maligned, black dog seasons care

It's different in the milk vat light down here,
right now, to what you might imagine shifts,
we feel it - in the warming air that lifts:
Trees change, just as you see them disappear

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A small piece on the essential difference of our seasons in the northern and southern hemispheres. Thought it might present a slightly different perspective for you Hyperborean poets up there! We are in a dryish sort of Spring, after a long dark winter. Summer is over the Christmas period, and is usually sweltering, so much for white Christmas. :) Hope you enjoy.
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Contest: 
Month Of Change

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scribbler

Wed, 2015-09-23 12:12

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Thanks for entering. It's good to be reminded that the seasons in the deep southern hemisphere are opposite ours up north. This way while we're freezing out butts off in winter we can at least imagine all ya'll swimming in the middle of "summer" lol...............stan

vandiemenspeak

Thu, 2015-09-24 04:29

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Yes, down here, Christmas is the fire season, Santa is as likely to be carrying a hose as much as a sack of goodies. The baking heat, barbies, beer and sweating in singlets - is kind of surreal when you see all the tinsel and bunting, fake snow and plastic holly wreaths. At least to me, as I remember the old country still, and wading through the ditches of snow, waist deep in the middle of blizzards - or skating around the icy streets on your new Christmas present - seems like a long time ago now *sigh*. We still do get snow, and even have ski fields - just in the middle of the year, in the long dark winter. From Tasmania, next stop is Antartica - yet - we are still closer to the equator than we are to the pole..

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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Sparrow

Thu, 2015-09-24 14:23

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A great write and flowed as the ocean tides that bring the changes year on year,
Yours, Ian..

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Esker

Sat, 2015-10-17 13:41

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well this and that..
Keep thinking of Scot of Antartica...
the other chap went from another start position...no issues...no troubles
they put up their flags..made it back..
But Scot...well...the infamous little tent and his diary

and the little hut down there...its famous too...when the ship came to collect
the crew the dogs were out...or so the story was told....
when they studied the camp recently....more closely
the dog skeleton with collar on disturbed me most
Because I love animals
because I served my family like a dog
and felt the kicks to the ribs
not physical but social
emotional
christmas is painful

intelligence or backing of connections
doesnt bring sucess
sometimes

Weird...I will never travel...
no trade money...etc...
but if i did..I would want to
stand in the nuketown house
visit chernobyl
the hut of the antarctic explorers
Sable Island off atlantic shores

I like the line...Milk Vat Light...
we have this too....the heat and
humidity...even sound compression
wave..and here the ciccada
an insect that buzzes..primitive
and ancient and large..
from the trees..
from the old primordial days
when there were more jungles
and dinasours..

now we have the cold and snow
thank god for electricity and natural
gas...no wood heat or coal needed
and pretty reliable...
my baby loves xmas..
soon the little tree will go up and
we are buying small gifts to the grand
kid already and others...so be it!!

thank u
Esker~

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