Nature by H.D Carbbery
We have neither Summer nor Winter
Neither Autumn nor Spring.
We have instead the days
Neither Autumn nor Spring.
We have instead the days
When the gold sun shines on the lush green canefields-
Magnificently.
Magnificently.
The days when the rain beats like bullet on the roofs
And there is no sound but the swish of water in the
gullies
gullies
And trees struggling in the high Jamaica winds.
Also there are the days when leaves fade from off
guango trees
guango trees
And the reaped canefields lie bare and fallow to the sun.
But best of all there are the days when the mango and
the logwood blossom
When bushes are full of the sound of bees and the
scent of honey,
scent of honey,
When the tall grass sways and shivers to the slightest
breath of air,
breath of air,
When the buttercups have paved the earth with yellow
stars
stars
And beauty comes suddenly and the rains have gone.