I can smell the wattle blooming as I trudge along the track,
It means the Aautumn time is coming, my favorite seasons back,
Early morning frsheness, dew upon the grass,
Blue skies, sunny weather, Autumns here at last.

You can have your dry hot summers with the burning heat,
The freezing cold of winter, with slush beneath the feet
Springt ime’s always bearable, with flowers blooming tall.
But for me it’s always Autumn, the best one of them all.

I love it when the sun is shining warmly through the tress,
The feel of gentle warming, puts me at my ease,
The changing shades from greenness, to all those colours rare,
Of leaves so gently falling, just floating through the air.

Evening mists give the warning , winters on the way,
Breezes getting colder each and every day,
Frosty early mornings, pools with lids of ice,
When the fog has lifted, days are always nice


Yes Autmn is my favorite time in each and every year,
It gives me fondest memories in my mind so clear,
The brilliance of the sunshine, the skies of azure blue,
And the wattle vlooming makes me think of you.

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