autumn
no more ocean swimming for me
i will sit on the sand with the gulls
and wait impatiently for the spring
the young surfers brave it all year round
but this sack of brittle bones is forced
to be more prudent now
one cannot ocean swim in north east tropical oz
infested with microscopic jelly fish
(with beautiful portugese names that
i can never remember )
they will kill you stone dead in seconds
miles of magnificent white sandy beaches
remain empty
mission beach north Queensland
everyone swims in the hotel pools
for a good reason
each season has its beauty but
i would happily forego the contrast of
woolly socks log fires fur rugs and mugs of hot cocoa
for an endless summer
the overwhelmingly immature in me
would like it all year round
i would trade places with anyone living
in the tropics just for the next 5 months