Autumn Beauty Poem by james watkin

Autumn Beauty



All that does exhilarate
Pleasures, flares pain-swelled;
In a sounding hell, hurled
For cruelties unquelled

Sways, lays waste fixed views
Can but stand with grit
True to Beauty's principles
A calm growth; green lit.

Not this, affrighted, tree-blown!
A tree, bent into
The required deformities! Stripped
Bare to bone's wood-view!

Saturday, December 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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