Blush of Spring poem


Blush of Spring by Dawn Crabb (my grandmother)

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Faint light of day creeps over the hill

Pale moon hides and all is still

Bending blackboys bristle there

Green spears flung to the scented air

Sea of daisies sweeping high

Rainbow riot from the sky

Frogs are silent, birds on the wing

Bushland is calling, the echoes ring

Clumsy fledglings urgently fed

Sunrise a warmth in yellow and red

Towering trees just stand and stare

Lilt of laughter loiters there

Dappled light is dancing through

Neon wear of sparkling dew

Webs dip crazily in stirring breeze

Strung like diamonds, twixt the trees

Scintillating gossamer, silken thread

Adorning the morning for night has fled

 

©DawnCrabb