the plum blossoms
suddenly they’re gone
and all I see
is young green
where
did white go
the oaks
are small life
and bud leaves
the view I had
through bare branches
has begun to close
and the cherry flowers
are bursting
here and there
like popcorn
they have waited out the frost
and now they sing
September
is gone
September
is gone
I don’t know
what happened
or when
the change began
but the view from my window
is evolving
with every blink
of my eye
there’s a Wattle Bird
perched
on the Magpie throne
there’ll be trouble on the way
if he remains
but …
he’s already moved along
nothing is the same
I
blame the weather
I accuse
the season
I do not care
for changes
that happen every time
I look away
I do not like
these changes
© Frank Prem, 2017
September 2017 Poem #35: the dwindling
I always think the blossoms look like popcorn too!
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And they appear almost as quickly as when the popping starts. It’s a wonderful seasonal time. Cheers Claire.
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A nice treatise on the passage of time
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Thanks Derrick. I spend a fair amount of time gazing through the window at the back yard and it just seems to have moved in a minute. Good to watch. It’ll be full leaf before I turn around, I reckon.
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There’s no stopping time, Frank 🙂 🙂
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Well, my father is a clock man, I could ask him to jiggle the cogs a bit, but then, he’s getting on, too …
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🙂
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Yes! It’s almost as if they’re gone almost before you’ve even had a chance to admire how lovely they look.
I know all Septembers are probably the same, but this seems to have leapt from dead-of-winter to balmy spring without much warning. And the pittosporum! The scent at night can almost knock you over. I wish it would all stay a bit longer.
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Pretty amazing, isn’t it? Just like that, season change. Oh well, there’ll be another one in a year …
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Blossoms gone now and the pittosporum scent is just about gone too. At least I can look forward to fruit!
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Bring on the fruit!
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I think I”m going to get another bumper crop of apricots this year. 🙂
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Yummo.
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I love your poetry and the photographs are beautiful.
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Hi Sue. Thank you so much. That’s wonderful feedback.
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