WAITING FOR THE CHANGE

WAITING FOR THE CHANGE

21st November, 2015 Georgica NSW

These are last days of spring

but summer's now-

from blue-white sky

unceasing heat pours down,

surrounding all the grass and trees,

still green by ground of recent rain,

now feeling solar power.

So summer time will stretch the hours

that reach towards forty by degrees

and now the shade beneath the small

red cedar trees seems dark

and other trees hide wallabies

in stillness and in shadow.

And all the brightness narrows eyes;

and all the world seems bleached with light.

Some know we have to grow, decrying

all limits of reality...

but I have heard this day

of heated forests, world-wide, dying.

A southern wind arises now

sways tall gum trees, makes many leaves

endow air flow with rustling sound.

Its coolness promises a passing

of such vast heat for some relief

and I am glad to wait for change

predicted so

as weather-wise belief.

Yet in my heart there shines no gladness

in looking towards a world to be

warmed by waste gas beyond its order-

and I'm not glad to wait for change

to that new world grown wild and strange.