Sydney's Nor-Easter likes to sleep in late
Sydney's Nor-Easter likes to sleep in late
at start of summer, rather diffident;
just little patchy puffs to indicate
soft gentleness of manners and intent.
Then, as the ruffles on the water blend,
it slowly gathers force, at even pace;
maintaining all the day a rising trend:
life, gaiety and sparkle join the race.
As evening comes it slowly dies away
and goes to bed again to gather strength.
With growing confidence it starts each day;
an early start and later nightly length
It's rhythm spent. Oppression seems to hang
Southerly-buster kills it with a bang.
at start of summer, rather diffident;
just little patchy puffs to indicate
soft gentleness of manners and intent.
Then, as the ruffles on the water blend,
it slowly gathers force, at even pace;
maintaining all the day a rising trend:
life, gaiety and sparkle join the race.
As evening comes it slowly dies away
and goes to bed again to gather strength.
With growing confidence it starts each day;
an early start and later nightly length
It's rhythm spent. Oppression seems to hang
Southerly-buster kills it with a bang.
[Sonnet from the Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A.Pockley 1912-1990]
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