a beautiful month in both hemispheres
growing up all my books were british
beatrix potter (jemima puddleduck and mrs tiggywinkle)
enid blyton (with girls called hilary and arabella)
jane eyre and keats
horses called dobbin
so inevitably
i left the springtime for autumn
it was wonderful for a while
until
i began to miss too many things
the blue
the beach
the ferries
the harbour
the vast space
lamingtons
so
i returned to the great southern land
in the springtime
october
the month of my birth
a while ago now
and stayed...forever
Yeah!
ReplyDeleteSo – Libra or Scorpio?
Going home is one of the best things anyone can do for oneself.
ReplyDeleteI love October best, for the fall season, but would toss it all in for the blue and the beach too! Lamingtons. I made them just once, when my home schooled children were studying Australia.
ReplyDeleteI have never made lamingtons...only ever bought them.
DeleteI've never had lamingtons, so I had to google them--they look delicious!
DeleteObviously you are where your heart is happiest, and that's good thing!
ReplyDeleteNice October poem.
ReplyDeleteBravo. Always luv your concert music.
Much💜love
Thank you Gillena....I am glad you enjoy it
DeleteTo be called home - and to long for it is a wonderful thing.
ReplyDeleteHome land wins out. I've said that a few places I would stay except for close relatives here. Like Provence in France or Tuscany, Italy or ...
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I am happiest in four-seasons country and mountains that surround like a comforting blankie.
ReplyDeleteI grew up in the Caribbean, where we sort of have two seasons: rainy and not rainy. Reading about spring and summer and autumn and winter as a child was like traveling to a different land. Now, that I have that, I often find myself traveling into memory... in search of those long ago tropical days. October, back home, was the month of harvest. One of the must beautiful months because it fed us until the next harvest. October babes spent a lot of time in the fields, napping on top of rice piles, hanging from their moms or siblings on a sling.
ReplyDeleteAnd I just realized that I went on a total tangent, lol! It was the tone of your poem. It pulled me in... inviting me to see the seasons and more through the feelings the piece evokes.
I yearn to return ... to the Land Down Under. More so after reading your poem. My grandparents had to draft horses. Belle and Dobbin.
ReplyDeleteI like your mention of all that you missed. Well done!
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