Its healthy lifestyle this week and the end of leave your car at home month. So after an easy day of Professional Learning in Albany, I grabbed the camera and went on a walk through the local bush. The wildflowers are out in full bloom. Lots of colours everywhere.
September in Australia
by Henry Kendall
Grey Winter hath gone like a wearisome guest, And, behold, for repayment, September comes in with the wind from the west And the spring in her raiment! The ways of the frost have been filled of the flowers, While the forest discovers Wild wings, with the halo of hyaline hours, And the music of lovers.
September, the maid with the swift silver feet! She glides and she graces The valleys of coolness, the slopes of the heat, With her blossomy traces; Sweet month, with a mouth that is made of a rose, She lightens and lingers In spots where the harp of the evening glows, Attuned by her fingers.
We, having a secret to others unknown, In the cool mountain mosses, May whisper together, September alone Of our loves and our losses. One word for her beauty, and one for the grace She gave to the hours; And then we may kiss her, and suffer her face To sleep with the flowers.