Yellow Days

By Frances Macaulay Forde
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PHOTO: My sketch of yellow fields of Canola in Spring.
Yellow Days
Driving through Toodyay
in late August before
Spring arrives officially
yellow makes me smile.
Broome just opening
dotted with hives
flavouring the honey
and signs: ‘Beware Bees’.
Field undulating through
hills, no straight lines sewn
to follow dips, valleys,
creeks and around trees.
Canola makes me smile.
In fields waiting to be seeded,
purple spikes take advantage
of a clear run to the sun.
Some giant brush has been busy.
Far hills are painted ochre
as we enter another Shire,
splashed with blue Leshenaultia.
Spring’s finished painting...
English fields are patch-worked.
Here in Western Australia, we let
land and trees decide the design.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2013
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Lovely poem Frances, those
Lovely poem Frances, those blooms must be very dramatic to see.
Jenny.
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Wonderful photos in the link.
Wonderful photos in the link. I didn't realise that Western Australia was known for its prolific wildflowers. Your writing shows the joy sparkling at the vivid sights! Rhiannon
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