Judith Wright

Here you will find the Poem Late Spring of poet Judith Wright

Late Spring

The moon drained white by day 
lifts from the hill 
where the old pear-tree fallen in storm 
springs up in blossom still. 
Women believe in the moon: 
this branch I hold 
is not more white and still than she 
whose flower is ages old, 
and so I carry home 
flowers from the pear 
that makes such obstinate tokens still 
for fruit it cannot bear.