Daily Archives: September 21, 2012

Rose Bay Willow Herb

There are more waves to come but today we’ll have something a little different.

Autumn

The rosy florets of bay willow

By hoary breath of some enchanter

Are translated into feathery plumes,

White as angel wings,

And leaves, brittle red and papery thin,

Carpet the thirsty brown soil.

                                         Margaret Gill

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