PROVERBS 8. For my fruit is better than gold and the precious stone, and my blossoms than choice silver.

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A Good-bye – Rosemary Dobson

We have seen you off as far as the yellow-box-tree
Returning I sit for a little while reflecting
On the long white clouds low at the horizon.
The wind sharpens the distant Brindabellas,
In the courtyard the fallen plum-blossom settles.

There will be time enough and time enough later
For crossing the threshold to lamplight and conversation.

http://www.australianliterarycompendium.com/continuancepoem.html

FOTO – MAD O’BRIAN’S LEMON BLOSSOM IN BILAMBIL 2009

 

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