Monday, October 27, 2008

Red dirt

Springtime in Australia
brings up and down weather.

Cool and cloudy
then warm and windy, and back again.

In one day,
Like a yo-yo.

Forecast for today is hot north winds
And temperature reaches 90 degrees by sunset.

Heavy clouds
Promise rain, but deliver humidity.

After dusk the wind switches places
From northwest to southeast; thermometer drops 20 degrees.

Up again within an hour by 15 degrees.
Warm and moist, cool and refreshing, then oppressive once more.

After midnight strong winds howl from the hot north, and
Sounds of scouring dirt hits outside walls.

I awaken from intermittent sleep;
I'm too tired to investigate.

In the calm morning there is red dust from central Australia everywhere,
Thickly coating windows, cars, walls, and verandah posts.

No high mountain ranges keep the ocher dirt from
Spreading across flatter lands.

Rain follows, turning red dust to red mud.

I hate washing windows.

1 comment:

  1. aha, you're a poet. you've been found out. i like the end.

    thanks for the aussi update you sent on email. summer sounds nice, but this has been one of the best fall seasons we've had in the NW. but i know that in a couple weeks the frail meteorological whim that makes sunny-cool days will collapse under a blanket of demon sweat, and then i will be very jealous of you.

    its funny.
    they ask you for letter verification before you post a comment, and this one is "somalit." Which sounds pseudo-Latin and has high potential for pun making.

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