POOR OLD AUTUMN - by Alison Cassidy

POOR  OLD  AUTUMN  by  Alison Cassidy Poor autumn limped into the Hills this year, without its usual notes of oboe gold. I guess the summer dry proved just too much for frizzled leaves too hot and tired to rust. A sad and sorry April, till this week when hazy smoke hung silken ‘cross the sky And ornamental vine donned scarlet coat and kookaburra laughed upon the fence.