Birak

It starts with a thirst that feels unquenchable. The drought
that sits at the back of our throats waiting for us to dissolve.
The season of fire eats away at us, slowly working its way
from our chaffed lips, sweltering hearts, into our parched souls.

Bunuru

The burning intensifies, turning to a raging simmer. The relentless,
bittersweet hum of summer shows no reprieve. Heat soars,
thirst climbs, and our soul continues searching well into the scorching nights.
But white flowers on gum trees signal peace from windows.

Djeran

Slowly, the breezes sally - tormenting the golden hush of endless summer
and the weather is forced to turn, sighing windily. Sweat begins to cool off
under the canopy of leaves that fall into a soft blanket from trees and
luscious flowers of summer flame unfurl - glowing ruby red.

Mukuru

The rain answers our prayers arriving vibrant and full of vigour.
Storming and seizing, smoothing over the contours of our arid
landscape. Waterholes fill up, jewel-like in scant country. And, cool
turns to a cold, the kind that tickles our bones with its fingers.

Djilba

Now, the weather turns again on its dancing feet. It is uncertain,
transitional, as it gently sways between cold and warm. A little bout of
storm, some wind and then clear balmy days that heal. We eat sweet plum
and bask in blooming yellow wattle, enjoying the indecision.

Kambarang

Days stretch, lengthening into tepid solemn nights. The rain has
all but gone, leaving behind some reminders of its season. Now as native
Christmas trees begin to blossom with vibrant flowers, we wait
for the cycle of sun and moon to take us back full circle to another beginning.