Autumn [poem, 26 May 1928]

Autumn.

There’s blue in the sky, and there’s blue in the sea,
And a blue mist is veiling the mountains from me.
A blue wren is calling his mate from the bower,
And there is the butterfly over the flower.
There is gold in the sunshine and gold in the sand;
And gold in the poppy I have in my hand.
The golden-red leaves lie thick-strewn on the mould,
For Autumn has come with its blue and its gold.

Frida A. Phillips.



Source:
The Sydney Morning Herald (Sydney, NSW), Saturday 26 May 1928, page 13

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