Wings of Summer

Auckland Star, Volume LXX, Issue 303, 23 December 1939, Page 12 (Supplement)

Wings of Summer

(By ELIZABETH UPTON.) Little wings of moths that flutter 1 In the drowsy thickets, Palest blue and biscuit shade, Dry and delicate as fans Of pastel paper made. Hov'ring and alighting, Ceaseless drone of insect voices, Ceaseless movement everywhere. Listen, and you'll hear the sound Of floating wings along the ground. High above, the joyous blue, Banked with clouds like sunlit snow; Wide and friendly skies of summer, Curving down to kiss the sea, And far away, the hillfi. , And there, a flight of pigeons wheels ,

Across the hollow sun, And lifting high into the heav'ns, L A skylark as he trills, Pours back in liquid ecstasy, The silver fire that tips the clouds. Little wings of moths that flutter In your thicket home; Never far beyond its ceiling, Hov'ring low upon its floor, Do you know these thingsT Or do you ever wonder What's beyond your tangled doort Do you know that stronger wings Cleave the vastness of the airt Can you hear the lark that sings Abbve your ceaseless murmuring T Little busy flitting things, Do you ever see the skyt