A Winter Landscape Poem by james watkin

A Winter Landscape



What frightened it
To stick out
As frozen quite;
Icy-pale?
Twig and its bird!
If now unheard
Vale on vale.

Known in these parts
At these times
Wind-raised, with shrieks
Hill-rushing
Whom spite-balls pitch
That most loathed witch
Hope-crushing.

Sunday, May 9, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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james watkin

james watkin

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