(1915 - 2000 / New South Wales / Australia)

Late Spring

The moon drained white by day
lifts from the hill
where the old pear-tree fallen in storm
springs up in blossom still.
Women believe in the moon:
this branch I hold
is not more white and still than she
whose flower is ages old,
and so I carry home
flowers from the pear
that makes such obstinate tokens still
for fruit it cannot bear.

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Shut up ya stick nobody likes you 8- -D
Nice imagery, thanks. Enjoyed this.