At Cusp Of Dusk Bird Gathered On The Trees Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

At Cusp Of Dusk Bird Gathered On The Trees

In Hastings Gardens
Not strong the wind, yet chill
Cutting to the bone
But ah! birds are feathery
And on the boughs clustered together:
So many days and months
So many years
And centuries
In Hastings Gardens!

Sunday, September 24, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: gardens
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