On Wattle Day

The sun intermittently shines through clouds of blue and gray
On this the first of September today is Wattle Day
And on the first of the Australian Calendar Spring
The nesting birds in the town parkland sing.

The wattles laden in their yellow flowers
Have bloomed through Winter's cool wind driven showers
Pink and or white blossoms blooming on every fruit bearing tree
And the wattles in bloom a lovely sight to see.

The day is cool it has rained overnight
And the capeweed in bloom make for a pretty sight
In their dark faces and petals of gold
Though not a flower but a weed by botanists we are told.

In the town park the mudlark sings pee wee
And the wattles in bloom a lovely sight to see
And brown stormwater gurgling in the roadside drain
As a result of recent heavy rain.