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New Beginnings
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I awoke to a rain-washed day
With smells of new mown hay,
A clear crisp bite in the air:
The best time of the year.
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Winter’s becoming a memory
While summer waits in the wings
With promises of pleasures sensory
Suspended till the Piet-my-vrou* sings.
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*Etymology
From Afrikaans piet-my-vrou, literally ‘Peter my wife’, supposed
representation of the bird’s call.
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/piet-my-vrou
Image: Red-chested
Cuckoo Cuculus solitarius Piet-my-vrou
http://www.stellenboschwriters.com/jillsbirds.html
©DGA 6 November 2011 07:58