Unseasonal winds blowing ceaselessly
From The Bass Strait to the shore at Bridport,
A small Tasmanian village by the sea,
A place where I had reasonably thought.

To spend time, in the sun, watching seabirds wheel
Above, seeking food in the cool waters
Of the bay, enjoying the holiday feel,
Watching boats from the river’s breakwater.

Sipping coffee, eating cake at the café,
Fossicking in small sheltered sandy coves
But the change to autumn had the last say.
Disappointed, away I sadly drove.

This jewel by the sea will call me back
Inevitably, sometime down the track.

Bill Edmunds
April 2021