The heatwave keeps us all inside,
Curtains drawn, away from light
A whirring fan serves as our guide
Cooling us as best it might.
I think of Europe far away
Where rain and snow are commonplace
As we draw near to Christmas Day
Strong Aussie sunshine warms my face.
Time to reflect on Bible Tale
Where Babe in manger once was laid
In Bethlehem’s bright sunny vale
Near desert lands devoid of shade
Yet still the cards show frosty scenes
Typical of Northern climes
Although the Big Isle Christmas means
Weather akin to Bible times.
(c) Poet in the woods 2013