A Seedling Poem by james watkin

A Seedling



This held, two-fingered, weeness.
This infant plant, raised, with all
Its roots, soiled dangling;
Sudden fright; a quiver-chill!
Lovely, precious, vulnerable.
The green Earth, marvelled in!

Friday, September 16, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: plants
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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