Summer
an ode to the australian summer
You can tell when summer is approaching
Cicadas fill the mornings with their songs
The air feels heavy, grieving the loss of the Arctic breezes.
Magpies begin to swoop,
And the streets are empty come midday.
The parks stand abandoned,
Plastic slides scorching the legs of anyone who dares sit on them
Air-con blasts in every room you enter,
The lone ceiling fans spinning in endless circles, creaking oh so slightly.
The bright blue skies hold no clouds, only an unrelenting sun beating down in those foolish enough to step outside.
The leaves seem impossibly green, although with every year there are less and less.
Its getting hotter, even the birds seem to realise,
the sky devoid of all movement, the shadows teeming with life.
Schools are filled with a quiet hope
Holidays are planned, tired teachers relent to the constant begging
Can we watch a movie? Can we play games?
Soon Christmas songs will be taught to the music kids,
soon graduation will be rehearsed,
soon the schools will feel impossibly quiet, with new spots being allocated to those who remain.
Soon the jacarandas will bloom, painting the skyline with shades of purple,
carpeting the roads with the soft flowers.
The streets will be empty, instead searching for golden sands and impossibly blue seas.
The roads will appear to evaporate, the bitumen melting the feet of those who dare walk on it.
And just as soon as it comes, it will go again.
Christmas will be over, then the year, then the holidays. Next comes senior year, another birthday and winter.
Until then, summer slowly creeps, turning the sky into a desolate sea of blue and the streets empty.
It invades my room, my school, my life, until all that’s left is the thick air and sound of cicadas in the morning.
this is so cute i love it :3