Aloft, Here, As Reverie Poem by james watkin

Aloft, Here, As Reverie



Aloft, here, as Reverie
This lake-defining glen.
Now, there, hung as blissfully
This stream-defining gorge.
What as gold mist forms, but is
Of my thought composed.
Afar heated words' place, this
Its stilly morning's forge.

Thursday, September 8, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: thought,misty
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james watkin

james watkin

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