December Downunder

December brings the scarlet-headed finch

to feed on nectar from the bottlebrush

Our sweltering summer has just started

The monsoon rains make this land less arid

Apricots, peaches, plums and grapes galore

Tomatoes, vegetable seedlings and more

Life grows before me from this fertile earth

Leaves me joyous, thankful and full of mirth.

On my one day off I'll head for the sea

and the sand. I'll dream about you and me

How it could have been or perhaps might be

When you, friend, no longer wish to snow ski

On craggy star-fish'd rocks this Christmas Day

I beg of you, admit that you are gay

Jesus loves you as you are. Pack your ports,

say farewells, fly Downunder, bring your shorts.

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