To Australians it is cold today
“Chilly under 30”, so they say
But still the skies are blue not grey
The heat is great!
I marvel at this sunny clime
Europe’s cold my summer time
For six weeks this warm place is mine
In cosy state!
But all good things come to an end
My ticket tells me I must wend
My way back north where sharp frosts tend
To freeze my ardour
I put my summer clothes away
Thick jumpers now will have their day
In Brussels winter’s here to stay
And life gets harder!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015