We woke to a light touch of white on the lawns and paddocks this morning and over in Central Otago up to 500 helicoptors may be called on tonight to help orchardists and viticulturists protect young fruit from the forecast frost.
That unseasonal weather prompted the choice of this Friday’s poem – A Blue Flower by Ruth Dallas from her Collected Poems, published by University of Otago Press.
A Blue Flower
In the early morning we noticed
Jack Frost had whitewashed the golf-course.
We know who is always out there,
Waiting on the dark side of planets,
The mossed side of trees,
And the green side of apples-
Does he think we were born yesterday?
We lay low, like Brer Rabbit
When Mr Fox is around, laughing, because
We could see, over his white fields,
The flank of a hill, like a lion’s haunch,
Lit be his enemy, the sun.
This day, snatched from the hoard of the old miser,
To unfold and stretch itself like a blue flower.
Let us think no more of tomorrow,
Or what is gone, but live to outwit J. Fox,
Plucking each day singly, like ripe fruit.
– Ruth Dallas –