AUTUMN WEATHER
(Copied.) Dead heat and windless air, And silence over all, •'-■'» Never leaf astir, But the ripe apples fall; t Plums are purple-red. Pears, amber-brown, Thud! In the garden-bed ,'•-■ Ripe apples fall down. Air like a cider-press With the bruised apple's scent Low whistles express Some sleepy bird's content; Still ivorld and windless sky, A mist of heat o'er all, Peace like a lullaby, And the ripe apples fall.
Sent by "RUTH THE GLEANER," Karori. '
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Evening Post, Volume CXXV, Issue 148, 25 June 1938, Page 20
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76AUTUMN WEATHER Evening Post, Volume CXXV, Issue 148, 25 June 1938, Page 20
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