By Grace Perry[1].
The air was hushed with voiceless loveliness
That trembled on the crystal brink of song,
While waiting flowers drooped their heads in prayer.
The fading sunlight tarried them along
The smiling lawns, and lingeringly kissed
The listening trees. Vague shadows loitering
Within the darkening vale delayed the mist
So they might see love come to me…
Barjai no 12 January 1944, p12.
[1] (1927-1987) published 3 books of poems as a teenager, then qualified as a doctor, becoming a paediatrician. Resumed publishing poetry again in the 1960s, founded South Head Press, and Poetry Australia Magazine. Bred Simmental Cattle.