Australian summer

Carried on by the hot scorching winds

From the roasting outback

With her high buttoned boots

Laced blouse, long skirt

And purple umbrella

Summer has arrived right on cue

She has brought with her

Succulent cherries, sweet apricots 

And juicy delectable mangoes

For refreshers.

This dominatrix lady,

For one has to call her that,

Has already made it

Too difficult to cook inside 

So hot she reveals herself to be.

When the beating heat 

Has somewhat lost its byte

And the flies are sated

In the early evenings

It becomes the time of 

Burned onions effluvium

Mixed with the strong fumes

Of cremated meat

Unrelenting around the BBQs 

Set by the open garages

With few blokes hovering

Cold tinnies in their hand

You can't beat an Australian summer!

Lucette C. Bailliet ©