Regional Season Words
the Region, its Season Words and Sample Haiku

john bird


Region
I live in the NE corner of the state of New South Wales (map, later), bounded by the Tweed River to the north, the Richmond River to the south, the Great Dividing Range to the west and the Pacific Ocean to the east. Sub-tropical mountains, river flatlands, a seashore which includes Cape Byron, the most easterly point of the Australian mainland. This is the traditional home of the Bundjalung Nation whose sacred mountain, Wollumbin, is the extinct volcano within whose caldera we all live. I was born here.

Seasons
This region has the usual four seasons:
Spring -- September, October, November
Summer -- December, January, February
Autumn (Fall) -- March, April, May
Winter -- June, July, August.

Seasonal Words
Words which designate a specific season in this region (not exclusively, of course) include:
Spring: burning cane, dragon lizards, Melbourne Cup, kite flying, lightning [not autumn], hail storm, whales going north

Summer: Australia Day (26th January), beach, cyclone, haze [not spring], falling gum leaves [not autumn], mirage, northerly [not winter], sunbathing, surfing, swimming, cricket

Autumn: Anzac Day (25th April), blues festival (Byron Bay), cassia (yellow flowering shrub), clear sky, tailor (saltwater fish)

Winter: bottlebrush, southerly [not autumn], wattle [early winter], football


Haiku. Examples of haiku that use some of these.

SPRING
eighth month
mangrove blossoms
on the flow
chain lightning—
house too low for dog
to crawl under
kite festival
the home-made dragon
drags its tail
water dragons
already the babies
living statues


SUMMER
I fill a hole
in the Pacific Ocean
white clouds
rainforest -
a northerly mixes
canopy greens
park cricket
a caterpilla moves
to the next leaf
breakers-
a dolphin pod threads
the pack of surfers


NEW YEAR
first sunrise
the world curves
round wollumbin
a shark
swallows the mullet–
new year


AUTUMN
blues festival
new brothers share
the grass
woodsmoke hangs
in the autumn twilight
a mother calls
Anzac eve–
a currawong watches them
clean the cenotaph


WINTER

bottlebrush
a child counts lorikeets
on his fingers
heaped leaves
the pregnant woman
leans on her rake
crisp morning
the toddler dribbles
a pine cone
glimpse of wattle-
our teenager practices
her look


john bird


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