In recent years our seasons here in Western Australia seem to have become more extreme. It has not gone unnoticed for the likes of an immigrant from England who grew up with inclement and temperamental weather patterns that the winters are colder and wetter than ever before. And the dry heat that we so enjoyed during our summer months have gradually become hot and steamy, and not in a nice way.
It is becoming a concern not only for myself but many of the native Australian people who also recognise something is just not right!
Raindrops gather, to pitter patter
As whirling winds, the plants do batter
The cooling cleansing drops of rain
Are falling from the sky again
No summer here seems, is our plight
As torrential storms, blow out sunlight
As clouds clear, and I sit and listen
The halting raindrops on the plants now glisten
Nature’s cycles are sorely changing
From people’s actions and rearranging
Now these thoughts do fill my mind
Of how us human’s could be so blind
© Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2016 – Expression #41 1.10.16
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