Time to leave this beautiful house;
this sparkling town
Of wide wide streets -
Those bright mornings
(when the birds wake at 4.30)
And we make breakfast,
and find some sunshine.
I will miss the smell of the freesias on the front lawn,
the long clover down the side,
the creeping ivy in the courtyard -
telling time on dandelions.
Finding ripe passionfruits on the sun terrace,
and seeing yellow blossoms
through the window when I have a bath.
The colourful wallpaper,
the fading carpet.
Conjuring ideas for quilts and clothes and works of art
Oo-ing and Ah-ing over liberty fabric,
and polka dots.
Remembering the sun setting in the horizon,
the taste of Mudgee olives,
When the house creaks in the middle of the night
and I am scared to walk the long hallway to the bathroom.Saying goodbye
and meeting the new month with a smile
I do not know you yet,
but I have a hunch
that you will flutter past quickly,
but beautifully all the while.