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Array ( [sid] => 51534 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Winters' Sydney [time] => 2004-06-12 05:38:00 [hometext] => Okay, it's not this cold yet, but this weekend is the start of the Ski season, so I'll post for all the cold nights ahead. [bodytext] =>


Winter has this town in her cold embrace,
You see it etched on every red face
The pale puffs of air as we all complain,
Paying homage to her icy disdain.

The morning frost cracks on the lawn,
Getting up is painful, like being re-born
The Bridge still slumbers under morning mist,
And the doona’s too warm to resist.

Die-hard surfers still ride the waves,
Scrutinising how the sea behaves
They shiver and dream of Summer’s heat,
But the sets are unbelievably sweet.

The light seems thinner than season’s past,
A pale wane heat that doesn’t last
But the bracing air is crisp and pure,
And the sky’s a perfect azure.

Freezing wind whistles along the streets,
As we gather in cafes over coffee and sweets
As we huddle in pubs over ice-old beers,
Comparing this season to yesteryears.

No suburb or parkland escapes her chill,
But old Sol rallies and fights her still
An odd warm day, radiance suffused,
Makes you think the season’s are a little confused.

Yet in the mountains to the west,
The first flurries of snow, at Winter’s behest.




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Winters' Sydney

Contributed by Spike on Saturday, 12th June 2004 @ 05:38:00 AM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry






Winter has this town in her cold embrace,
You see it etched on every red face
The pale puffs of air as we all complain,
Paying homage to her icy disdain.

The morning frost cracks on the lawn,
Getting up is painful, like being re-born
The Bridge still slumbers under morning mist,
And the doona’s too warm to resist.

Die-hard surfers still ride the waves,
Scrutinising how the sea behaves
They shiver and dream of Summer’s heat,
But the sets are unbelievably sweet.

The light seems thinner than season’s past,
A pale wane heat that doesn’t last
But the bracing air is crisp and pure,
And the sky’s a perfect azure.

Freezing wind whistles along the streets,
As we gather in cafes over coffee and sweets
As we huddle in pubs over ice-old beers,
Comparing this season to yesteryears.

No suburb or parkland escapes her chill,
But old Sol rallies and fights her still
An odd warm day, radiance suffused,
Makes you think the season’s are a little confused.

Yet in the mountains to the west,
The first flurries of snow, at Winter’s behest.








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Re: Winters' Sydney (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Saturday, 12th June 2004 @ 05:46:07 AM AEST
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This is a good poem and even out of season it is still worth the read.
Check out the poem "My Conversation With Jack" and tell me what you think


Re: Winters' Sydney (User Rating: 1 )
by wray on Saturday, 12th June 2004 @ 05:58:57 AM AEST
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Hehe this piece really makes me feel at home, kinda like entering a room where everyone's speaking Russian and hearing one person crying out something in English.
My friends and I were supposed to go to Thredbo in a few weeks but the trip (very depressingly) got cancelled... Reading this poem makes me appreciate that I can still enjoy this season with or without the skiing..

Thnx for making me look on this year's winter with something akin to fondness rather than apprehension lol.


Re: Winters' Sydney (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Saturday, 12th June 2004 @ 06:20:16 AM AEST
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truely beautiful, im so happy to have read this poem:) hugs n' love nessa

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Re: Winters' Sydney (User Rating: 1 )
by Nightseer63 on Saturday, 12th June 2004 @ 04:52:52 PM AEST
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Effulgent.


Re: Winters' Sydney (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 15th March 2008 @ 12:56:42 AM AEST
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Well holy heck poet!!!! When you mentioned this in your PM I didn't
know I would have to sift through to almost the LAST page! lol

Never mind ... 'twas worth the search! I had no idea it got nearly this
cold in Oz. I just assumed it was eternal summer. :P But wow, you've
captured this brilliantly. Being that it is the "end" of this season here
now though, I am not thrilled to be reading about

"morning frost cracks on the lawn,".

Frankly, I"m tired of Old Man Winter! Especially when we are still
buried under a couple feet of snow! First day of spring here is only
6 days away!

The piece is beautiful though. I'd like to see Sydney in the winter.
Love the pic you placed with it.

Kudos poet!

~B




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