Melbourne weather
An unremembered smell assaults me
As I step outside.
Not one that seems to fit
With the bright sunshine
And cloudless skies
I glimpse between the buildings.
Then it hits me:
It's eau-de-
city-after-rain.
And something I wrote a while ago, which fits the direction of some recent thoughts ;)
Nostalgia
Even in winter
The sun is blinding bright
In my wide brown land.
It's a brightness one cannot comprehend
In this damp green place.
If someone asks what I miss,
I'll tell them:
In England, the brightness.
At home, the soft green light.
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