The Lion Roars
I remember Mum saying
A lifetime ago;
“September roars in like a lion,
Goes out like a lamb!”
Two thirds of September
Have been and gone,
Yet cold winds blow stronger,
More clothes I don!
Another cold front lashes
The state, snow falls
Across mountains ranges,
No end at all!
Winter lingers, yet spring
Blossum erupts
Will the change of seasons
Be quite abrupt?
I want to feel the sun
Warming my back,
Quiet, windless ev’nings,
Barbie outback!
Kunanyi tall and blue,
Ralph’s Bay still, calm;
My whole being would lift,
Midst Nature’s charm.
September 2025
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Bill Edmunds 