Poets’ Corner—

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 339, 26 April 1928, Page 14

Poets ’ Corner—

GREY DAYS I love these soft, still, pearl-and-opal days, The sun, like a shy lover, hides his face, Yet all his ardour filters through the haze, Like glow-worm light in a grey shadowy place. The trees stand breathless. No exultant wind Goes singing through them, loosening from their hold The spent, sad leaves, that autumnlong have pined To dance a dervish-dance in showers of gold. There are so many days that fill my heart, Bronze days and blue days, and the days of spring; But a soft grey day is a thing apart, The filmy bloom upon a linnet’s wing. There may be, in the calendars of Heaven, One pearl-and-opal day in every seven. —HELENA HENDERSON. Christchurch. ETCHING (Written for THE SUN.) It is sunset time, And God has made an etching, Shaded dozen through gold To brightest rosy pink. On the still ucater’s breast Little boats float, Their dusky sails idly silhouetted Against the Quiet sky. -4 silver-grey gull wings seaward And a far grey trail of smoke Tells of some ship, homeward bound. '—HELEN WILLIAMS. Auckland.