A Row Of Cedar Poem by james watkin

A Row Of Cedar



Heavy-set, they make of the sun
Of morn's piped accolades
A glaring intruder.
Of morn's saunter, what speeds among
An entrenchment of shadows
On lake's perimeter!

Thursday, April 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: tree
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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