Warm-eyed amid her orange-colored hair,
October dresses hill and field in gold,
Showering the hoary rocks and gullies old
With cataracts of lilies everywhere.
From out the ground the orchards shyly dare
To try their wings above the mother-mould;
And in mild wildness growing garden-bold,
Small yellow primroses sip the saffron air.
Spring's carried out her winter-dead once more,
To the flower-music of a million bells.
Brown earth breathes out the scent of her first kiss.
Ah, just this morn from my own mountain door
I saw bare railway cuttings changed to dells,
Drenched in white cascades of wild clematis.
First published in The Bulletin, 19 October 1922
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Old Qld Poetry
See also.
October dresses hill and field in gold,
Showering the hoary rocks and gullies old
With cataracts of lilies everywhere.
From out the ground the orchards shyly dare
To try their wings above the mother-mould;
And in mild wildness growing garden-bold,
Small yellow primroses sip the saffron air.
Spring's carried out her winter-dead once more,
To the flower-music of a million bells.
Brown earth breathes out the scent of her first kiss.
Ah, just this morn from my own mountain door
I saw bare railway cuttings changed to dells,
Drenched in white cascades of wild clematis.
First published in The Bulletin, 19 October 1922
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Old Qld Poetry
See also.
