Autumn, The Lawless Poem by james watkin

Autumn, The Lawless

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With one leaf attached
With more gold, beyond
Web, loosened by the first wind;
Torn by the second.

Plunders the wreckage
Of its own making
By which greed, does snatch out of
Our fingered raking!

Thursday, May 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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