The Coolth

Australian Garden in Autumn

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THE COOLTH

I remember Autumn.

I can picture The Fall.

Both are full of

Colour,

Crackle,

Nip,

And a wonderfully happy sadness.

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Here, in the sub-tropics,

We should use another term.

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There is colour, of course,

But the summer-tones remain

All year.

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There is crackle, of course,

But only from the leaves of the few plane trees;

Leaves that are scorched by summer,

Brown,

Dun

And woefully boring.

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There is nip, of course.

'I think I'll get my jacket out of storage.'

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There is ......but, no, the sadness is missing.

The heat of Summer has gone

And left us with the unblemished joy

Of a 'perfect English summer's day'

Day after day.

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Our season is not yours.

It should have another name.

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I am going to call it 'The Coolth'
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A mutual pleasure here:
 http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/dahlia-regalia.html