Margaret Curran

(1887 - 1962 / Queensland / Australia)

Wattle Blossom - Poem by Margaret Curran

'In bleak Toowoomba gardens, swept of flowers,
By cold west winds and withering with drought,
The wattles' grey-green leaves show burnishing
Of buds a-burgeoning to radiant bloom;
And in a few brief days the largesse of gold
For every hand to gather, will be thrown
Into the chilly lap of winter days.'


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012



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