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Autumn colour among the stillness

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By Lynn Elder

Of all the seasons, I have one that is dear
Not one that brings lots of fear
Due to storms and massive rain
That do bring damage and pain.

A season that is mild and still
Where mists can swirl until
A warm sun breaks through the cloud
While a farmer has his crops sowed.

The icy fingers of winter are yet to arrive
But a touch of dew does give
A sense of coolness yet to come
That will make your body numb.

No other season can give such golden hues
And call for blessings from the pews
While nature chooses from the richest spectrum
Of colours to woo us all so we all left dumb.

PHOTOS: Lynn Elder

The river – a metaphor for my life

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By Lynn Elder

Slow and sluggish during times of scarcity
Fast and furious when abundance reigns
And just a steady stream of activity in between.
Crescendos as water pours over rocky cascades,
Tranquil and still during times of less rain.

Sparkling as a jewel on a sunny day
Gloomy as the darkest winter's day.
The river travels far, not always aware of its destination.
But end the river must, if it is to become part of something bigger.
The river, a metaphor for my life.

My spiny friend

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By Lynn Elder

When the skies turn bright blue and baking hot,
That is when a creature will seek out,
A respite from the blazing sun above, 
And take a splash in water they do so love. 

The echidna feels the heat as the mercury soars, 
And gives him reason to pause,
Chasing busy ants with his probing beak, 
And consider taking a break.

From the ant heap to the verandah, he does roam, 
For there, he senses that at this home, 
Lies untold luxury into which he does clamber, 
A water bowl to wash, and then to slumber.

Wet, wet, wet, spring

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By Lynn Elder

An instant stream overflows from our farm dam after heavy rain.
Splashes of yellow bright sunshine comes between,
Splashes of water bouncing upon the already drenched earth.
Splashes of red and blue announce the arrival of the rosellas,
Splashes of water in the bowls as they frolic and beg for seed.
Splashes and quacking as ducks land on overflowing dams.

Splashes of running water cascading over temporary waterways.
Splashes of mud and water as gumboots wade through.
Splashes and squelching as cattle sink into the quagmire.
Splashes of furious currents as spillways release the excess water. 
Splashes as the four-wheel drive negotiates the potholes and puddles.

Splashes on the ground as the rainwater tank overflows.
Splashes of colour emerge in the form of flowers when grey clouds roll away.
Splashes of flowery fashions appear on the sunny spring days.
Splashes continue with each rainy day that insists on not stopping too soon. 

			

	


			
				


	

							
The moods of spring
						

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By Lynn Elder






Spring has sprung in all its glory!




Oh, what personality does spring display
When it thinks it is time to play.
Spring can be so fickle,
Also, so changeable.

Spring can be a myriad of colours
As bursting buds bring forth the flowers,
Then disappear in a breeze,
With the sudden arrival of a wintry freeze.

There is a promise of radiant sunshine,
For which we did all through winter pine,
For a return of some warmth to bask in,
And feel the sensation on our skin.

Spring does have a gentle side to its personality,
Amidst all the activity and vitality.
Blossom petals fall softly like light bird feathers,
And newborn lambs and calves snuggle against mothers,
To herald in the hope and joy of spring.