Now is the time of roses...
Nov. 9th, 2011 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

Now is the time of roses,
Heady scent held in the air,
Upright in oh-so-neat gardens
Or rambled across disrepair.
Now, when the sun tilts southwards
And the bumble-bees buzz with delight,
The afternoon warmth tends to languid
And gently gives way to cool night.
Now the plum tree grows heavy
With fruit filling fast, and I plan,
The harvest a month or two henceforth;
The sticky-sweet work of plum jam.
Now, when the sun rises early,
Wattle-birds cackle their call,
Life sings of summer's approaching
And I hum in tune with it all.
