A Good Home, Autumn, Garden Humour, Spring, The Seasons

Autumn Here, Spring There

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It’s Springtime now Down Under

While we here are right in the Fall

Hard to believe it’s the same Earth

It barely makes sense at all.

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Photo Credit:  silkannthreades.wordpress.com

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I wonder how folks in the old days

Reacted to this bit of news

That Christmas could be in the summer

Did they think it was some kind of ruse?

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Oh – look what I wrote up above there!

A captive of my point of view

Though for folks in the lands Down Under

This cannot be anything new.

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So let’s start this poem all over

Let’s turn it upside on its head

And now, it is Fall Over Yonder

But here it’s the time to plant beds.

 

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74 thoughts on “Autumn Here, Spring There”

      1. Musical poetry sounds wonderful Cynthia. Will you or have you read any of your poems aloud? I’ve only recently read a couple of mine at local poetry groups. 🙂 And slam poetry is a whole other level of poetry and performance!

      2. I wouldn’t have the nerve, Brad. I can see you reading your poetry, because it is that, but my stuff? No way. I usually write verses when my vocabulary is off and I’m speaking in stutters. The rhyming verses help me to smile and push my store of words outwards.

  1. What a lovely and clever post. I remember when I was young we used to have the traditional Christmas food (served hot – yucky in our crippling summers). Now we have cold Christmas food with prawns and crabs and cold meat and salads. Hmmm, much nicer 🙂

    1. Very smart move. Funny how we can hold on to the old traditions … till we realize that something different would be better. I’ll take prawns and crabs and salad over turkey any day!

  2. A thoughtful chuckle from this rhyme! I often forget that my friends in the southern hemisphere are in full spring as our fall season wearily treads its way towards another winter . Yet even Christmas in Florida, where some of my relatives are located, does not seem quite the same with their palm trees and tropical greenery as Christmas here with tall, sheltering conifers. My view is an definitely an artifact of having grown up in New England, but it is really the Spirit of the Season that matters most, no matter how one cloaks it.

    I love that Christmas tree photo. I can’t put up a Christmas tree anymore, or decorations. The cats enjoy them far too much!

    1. You’re right. It’s the spirit that matters, and what a joyful spirit. In Jamaica, where Christmas is tropical, the Christmas rituals are the same, and the fruit cake just has more rum/brandy! And while most of the food and preparations are different, I remember people going around crooning: “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas”.

      1. I remember having fruit cake, as well as the fudge and wild grape jelly my Aunt Lavinia would make everyone for Christmas. It all came neatly packaged with a bow and gift tag. In later years she made Christmas tree-shaped candles. Your post brings back many good memories of a time when Christmas was far lees commercial than it is today. 🙂

      2. I was told that the name has been in the family for about 300 years. As far as I know, I am the last of my kind, the pterodactyl of that side of the family. 🙂 My Aunt spelled her name slightly differently, with two “n”s. I am not sure why. She was known as “Vinnie”, but I have never used that nickname.

  3. It is very interesting how seasons are reversed in the southern hemisphere. While I’m enjoying fall weather in Europe, I’ll return to summer like weather in Florida…so I’m even more confused with the seasons. 🙂

  4. Great fun Cynthia – I was only ever really vaguely aware of the seasons on the other side of the globe (Australians having Christmas dinner on the beach and the like), but since I started blogging, it’s so interesting getting that perspective regularly of others experiencing life in a different season at the same time!

    1. My first time in S. Africa was in June — winter! Never as cold as our Canadian winters, but — even though I knew beforehand — experiencing winter in Africa was a blast! Quite a bit colder that my cold mountainside village in Jamaica.

  5. I loved this, Cynthia. When I was in high school, on year my family spent Christmas in Florida. It just didn’t seem the same sitting around the Christmas tree on the screened in porch wearing shorts. 🙂 I need a little chill in the air to get me into the spirit.

    1. Thanks for your lovely reply, Jill. I imagine if I returned to Jamaica this Christmas I would feel the same way at first, and then the Christmas spirit would take over, and all would be well!

  6. This made me giggle – but it is so true! Last Christmas it was so warm here in Florida that we were in shorts for Christmas lunch! It just didn’t seem festive at all!

  7. Smiling at your lovely poem, Cynthia – it is a topsy turvy world! Just seeing the daffodils confuses me…which season is it? I know people from Australia and it always sounds so odd to be playing on the beach on Christmas holidays…but of course its their norm!

  8. Your poem reminded me of something Tolkien wrote once. He spent his early childhood in South Africa, and he said his early memories of Christmas were of blazing hot summer days.

    Thanks for sharing this–it made me smile. And thanks especially for rhyming it. I like free verse at times, too, but sometimes I want a predictable rhyme and meter I can sink my teeth into. 🙂

    1. Hi Cathleen: Thank you!

      I don’t feel called to write ‘poetry’, but rhyming verses have played a special role in my life!

      I went through years of struggle with both speaking and writing. On my really awful days, I could not complete a sentence. Frustrated and sad, I one day forced myself to write one word, then the next, until I had a line. Then — sometimes days later — I’d return to that line, and compose the next one. There was only one rule: it had to rhyme with the first. When I got more confident, I tried to alternate the rhyming lines.

      I called them nonsense poems, and these verses helped me rebuild my vocabulary, along with my journals and bits of note papers. So here’s to nonsense poetry!

  9. It’s really hard to believe … Some places have spring: isn’t that excellent? Europe is very cold and snowy already, and we have Indian summer. Such a variety …

  10. I ❤ it dear Cynthia… it is spring over here (down here) and Christmas is often a very warm- hot day! … I find difficult to think of a cold day for Xmas… but it seems our world behaves in such ways! 😀 happy sunday… all my best wishes,

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