The almonds are out
In the orchard again,
A fluttering rout
In the wake of the rain.
A delicate froth
On the wash of the wind,
Defying the wrath
Of a season unkind.
A fairy-land lattice
Against the low sky;
A miracle that is
The crown of July.
All blowing about,
So that someone may say
The almonds are out
In the orchard to-day.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 30 July 1938
