April Fool

 

I’m looking for Spring

as so many do

for blossom and bulbs

shy violets hold dew

 

What greets me is change

Winds, rain and shine

It’s now Autumn here

but there’s no call to pine

 

There are strawberry guavas,

feijoas and pears

very few flowers

but no one much cares

 

We’d rather our garden

is brimming with fruit

There’ll be time in September

For Flora’s fair loot

 

Virginia Lowe