When springtime has come to the high mountain ranges The melting of snow bares the landscape to changes; And creatures awaken from seasonal slumber In valleys below, where snows never encumber The passage of feet between tussocks still growing Through long months of winter—the season of slowing. Then, kangaroos lift up their nostrils to breezes And twitch to the richness the warming air seizes. They savour the scents of fresh daisies and grasses, Sphagnums as piquant as seasoned molasses, Fragrant Coprosma and marigold buttons; Favourable grazing for herbivore gluttons Desirous of pleasures in highlands rebounding From coldness to sweetness in triumph resounding. Ascending by shuffle and leap alternating, The mob reach those treasures made sweeter through waiting. Up there, where the light shines with brightness unmuted The macropod diners make haste undisputed; Batting eyelashes between endless courses, Surveying the scene, and replenishing forces For times when the pickings are lower and leaner; When memories of springtime are felt all the keener. And wrigglesome joeys, impatient to frolic, Drop down from their pouches to pastures bucolic. When spring turns to summer, the frolicking ceases As space between patches of greenness increases. The kangaroos’ whiskers, once silvered with morning, Bear dust on their tips as an ominous warning That lengthening days, and the west wind arriving Must yellow and wither the grasses surviving. Then, taking the lead from a battle-scarred bounder, The mob take their leave before food supplies founder. Though kangaroos act on sensations and hunches, They teach us to cheerfully roll with the punches; Accepting that seasons are fickle and fleeting, In rhythms dependent on cycles repeating. Take what you can when the moment emerges— For there will be times when a hostile wind surges. David Watt is a writer from Canberra, the “Bush Capital” of Australia. He has contributed regularly to Collections of Poetry and Prose by Robin Barratt. When not working for IP (Intellectual Property) Australia, he finds time to appreciate the intrinsic beauty of traditional rhyming poetry.