Walking leisurely by the river
Suddenly it hit my consciousness
That I was smelling
The suave sweet and pervasive scent
Of wattles in bloom
In the late wintery afternoon.
So many yesteryears souvenirs
It brought back to my memory.
The wintry parties decorated
With wattles blossoms
To be found in the garden,
The wind sheltered sunny harbour made
From a row of perfumed golden wattles
At the top of the mountain lookout.
Strangely enough it symbolises
The coming of spring to many
But for me it celebrates mid winter
Pleasures of good food and friends
When the days are still brisk
And the nights long.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
