Spring Is Arriving

The weather is wet as the old man remember But two days from now on the first of September The Goddess of Spring without any commotion Will arrive in the Land by the Southern Ocean In the quiet of midnight when most people are sleeping Through wood and through park and paddock she will come creeping In the Southern Hemisphere her three months of residency she will be assuming When the golden flowers on the wattles are blooming It looks like August will end as it began raining But about that the farmers will not be complaining They have had to survive through many a drought stricken Season And to smile in the rain they have every good reason To the southern shore the Spring her way silently winging And in the rains of late August the wild birds are singing.