Wind that breaks across the bay
tumbles the grass in green and grey.
Lapped by grass, with posts alean,
the house patchpeels in grey and green.
High up in those blistered walls
a window lifts, some dimness falls.
Loosed into the weather, grey
tatters of lacework suck and splay.
Past those curtains lies a room.
Almond husks bear such grey bloom.
In that room some figure stands:
brushing a greyness from its hands.
Holding back the bellying lace.
Wind, salt wind, across its face.
Source: The ABC Book of Australian Poetry: a treasury for young people compiled by Libby Hathorn (ABC Books 2010)