Because we have turn-about sun and rain
in a world where weather has gone mad
tumbling over each other too quickly,
the abundant growth of Spring exaggerated,
everything flourishing faster than ever
richly adorning the whole landscape,
surrounding us wherever we look
with burgeoning leaves and flowers,
every hot day and every wet one
enticing our senses, even as
the swift changes set us reeling …
Our reactions too are rapidly
changing – one day we think,
This is Summer, ahead of time,
only to wake to a sudden return,
bewildering in its rapidity, to Winter.
Even as we rejoice, we begin to expect,
reliably unreliable, constant overturning.
October in the Southern Hemisphere is officially in the middle of Spring.
Written for Magaly's prompt for Friday Writings #148: Bittersweet October, at Poets and Storytellers United.