Wattle blooming
Sudden bursts of gold,
Sweeping colour bold,
By rivers, by roads, in country and town,
In farms and gardens, the wattle’s the crown.
Of the end of the winter, beginning of spring,
The blooming of wattle will sing and sing
Of birds in their nests and the warm days to hand,
For the wattle is blooming across the land.
Australian Children’s Poetry Website 
Lovely poem. Wattle is singing in my garden.
Beautiful poem, Sophie. I’m afraid the winter’s not yet over, though!
Very timely poem!
Lovely Sophie. Just in time for Wattle Day on Monday.