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.