It’s a month
A month when the mowers rattle on suburban nature strips and we smell the cut grass
A month when the warmth re-enters the earth
A month when we gather
in anticipation
in celebration
in despair
A month of walking in the steps of our ancestors
Colours flying
Tribal colours
Colours of hope, of belonging
a common language
The inescapable colours of spring
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