Poem: Time in Two Hemispheres


Northern hemisphere folks in my experience are apt to forget their current time and season are totally opposite to our current time and season in the southern hemisphere…even those of us aware of this dichotomy can find it pretty weird!

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Time in Two Hemispheres


Up There, in the Northern Hemisphere

Time trickles through the Hourglass

You’re falling into Fall

Days are shorter

Longer nights

Less Light

Less time




More time

More Light

Shorter nights

Days are longer

Roots are reaching

Buds are breaking
Blossoms making
Scents awaking

Spring has sprung

Down Here, in the Southern Hemisphere


Poem written by Liz; Exploring Colour (2018)

Photos:ย  The first photo is one that Nigel took of a spur-of-the-moment natural artwork he did in autumn 2017 at the Dunedin Botanic Gardens which I posted about in Art in Autumn : Designing With Leaves

The second photo – I took this Thursday in the late afternoon. When we moved here in February I wondered what these clipped trees were. Turned out they’re camellias and looking very pretty now they’re in flower ๐Ÿ™‚

Acknowledgement:ย  Thank you Damien B. Donnelly for sparking my new-found interest in poetry; you’ve inspired me to have a go!

Damien is currently publishing a “Journeys” series of poems and I’ve particularly enjoyed the following:

Journeys, Part 4; Lithe Light

Journeys, Part 6; Daffodil Dreams

Journeys, Part 7; Metamorphosis

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  1. Love the photo and the poem. When I visited NZ , I was aware that the seasons would be opposite of Canadaโ€™s and I knew you drove on the opposite side of the road, etc. But what I had never thought about was the sun moving through the sky the opposite way. I was sitting in a yard and thinking that I didnโ€™t have to worry because I would soon be in the shade of a tree as the sun moved. After a bit I was still in the sun. I looked up and realized the sun was moving away from the tree and I was on the wrong side if I wanted shade. haha.

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  2. “Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” – Robert Frost. You have done just that, beautifully! Thank-you for sharing your poem and the lovely photos.

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  3. Thatโ€™s a lovely poem, Liz, cleverly constructed, and I enjoyed the sensation of falling and rising. Those camellias were a lucky inheritance!

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  4. Well Liz, I think you might have to admit, even yourself, you are indeed becoming a poet. This is a wonderful fall through time, literally I can see the north, slipping down the rabbit hole and popping his head out in the south. There is such a delightful balance to the scheme of this poem. While reading this poem, the image of how a sewing machine works came in to my head; the needle takes the thread down into the machine, it catches on the lower bobbin of thread, loops through and pulls back up and on each side of the fabric an equal stitch is made but each in reverse, each in its own time, each nothing without the other, a little how inspiration works and we do seem to inspire. Thank you for sharing. Have a wonderful weekend with the buds and their blossoms.

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    1. On the third day of trying I was thinking about 2 hemispheres and the hourglass came to mind. From there I was amazed how quickly it came together! I did have lines re Through the looking glass, Down here in The Antipathies but the poem was bottom-heavy and I had to remove them. I love your analogy of the sewing machine, such a beautiful thing to see and share! Thank you Dami, perhaps you can go and kick up a storm in the fallen leaves but I suspect its too early in the season!

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    1. Very northern hemicentric Ali, yes! Enough to ALMOST make me forget what season I’m actually in! Thank you for your lovely comment and I love the word hemicentric…wonderful ๐Ÿ™‚


  5. Very nice! I enjoy the “shape” aspect of the poem, too. In college, I think they called this “concrete poetry,” but somehow that doesn’t seem like the right term for a poem about change! We are headed into Fall, here in the northeast U.S., still in the high 80’s (F.) next week, but sunset is definitely coming sooner every day. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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  6. Wonderful, Liz! You’ve captured the essence of the opposites, which sure is easy to forget is going on. As we feel fall approaching here it’s nice to be reminded you are heading into spring, my favorite time of year.

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