Comes with autumn the spent moment,
When, polarised to stillness,
The soul thereafter waits on death
As oaks on winter,
As oaks by winter water.
So stands the sun for springing and failing time;
And a life ending is less than a stream failing
Until, sunk deep in a white meander,
Black clouds settle like swans at brood,
And flows again the white water.
The silver tree of the stream
Fails not for the sea,
For the thirst-hewn rocks of the valley;
But fails the red, bright tree
In each man’s breast—
Drooping to winter’s rest;
Fails the yellow tree
Of each day’s light—
Fails from sight,
Fails in the west.
From: “The Red Page” in The Bulletin, Volume 73, No. 3787, 10 September 1952, p. 2.
(https://nla.gov.au/nla.obj-525399936/)
Date: 1952
By: Mary Finnin (1906-1992)