Yesterday, it rained and rained and rained. Today it reached the magnificent temperature of 14 degrees! It is spring…
Okay, I know we live in mercurial Melbourne, famous for four seasons in one day – so where are the other seasons – lately we seem to be stuck in winter.
Spring Lament
Mairi Neil
Today it felt like winter
Cold air crept under doors
Chilling bones, shivering skin
The steel sky released rain
In splashes, showers, and sheets
Torrential rain at windows pounded
Bouncing off pavements
Bruising flowers and trees
Warnings of flooding sounded!
Puddles formed on the road
Transformed into pools and
Swooshing waves
As cars drove by
Wary pedestrians must
Learn to jump – or fly!
The wind wailed, wrestled trees
Icy pellets drummed on roofs
Hailstones tattooing with ease.
Windy gusts grabbed droplets
Dashing them against the letterbox,
Advertising leaflets mush
Nothing survives this onslaught
Buildings and bushes saturated
By relentless soaking rain
This spring day surprisingly cold
My heater hums and thrums
A well-known winter refrain.

And as I continued to clear clutter from the shed I discovered this poem from the 90s. I wrote it after sitting on the beach watching the girls with their new foam surfboards.
We loved the beach on wintry days – perhaps if I’d taken myself for a walk along the foreshore yesterday I wouldn’t have felt so depressed at the dreich day?
The Wild Sea
Mairi Neil
The sea is wild today
The wind robust and strong
Blowing water onto land
And pushing me along
The sea bruised and grey
A mirror of storm clouds above
I’m buffeted and battered
By the huge waves, I love.
I’m awed at the force and
Power of the mighty sea
As it tosses flotsam
And insignificant me…
Flying high, like a bird I glide
Swirl and splash downward slide
To arrive breathlessly ashore
Invigorated and free
To run seaward for more.
In the shallows amidst
White foam bubbles
Mother Nature’s touch, I crave
The stormy sea pummels
As I dance with each wave
Sudsy fingers snatch and lift
Throwing me on high
Atop tickling, teasing rollers
Saltspray stinging eyes
The surf performs perfectly
Determined to deposit me ashore
Until the wind suddenly drops…
The wild sea is no more.
My little Amber hadn’t seen hail before, and I was coming home from visiting Daddy when it came down. I think she must have heard it on the roof and rushed outside to get away from the noise of it on our Colourbond roof, because she was soaked when I got home. Poor little Amber!
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Hailstones can be very frightening – Aurora does not like heavy rain, hailstones, lightning, and absolutely turns herself inside out with thunder. At times like that you wish they could talk and we can be confident they understand our comforting words:)
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