The Jacarandas with their castanet seeds
Have lost their winter yellow leaves
And in a few short weeks
Will flair their royal trumpets to the sky
Their last breath lays a carpet beneath my feet
Rosella’s squabble in treetops
And hop in dainty circles on the grass
Indifferent Kangaroos lounge on manicured front lawns
Magpies hold complicated conversations
Waiting to swoop – its swooping season
I’ll walk up the street and back again
I’ll walk to the end of the road – it’s not that far
A Ficus stands guard against the wild
Holding back the bush from rural suburbia
I am here again
For now
I guess
Wherever I am, this is home
