Autumn Viewing Poem by james watkin

Autumn Viewing



Imperfect views;
A scratched glass's.
When as a blur
Autumn passes.

Cracks that were'nt there
Are windowed now;
For its effects;
Mad to avow.

Distort, day-bright
Darkly Mooded
For torture of
Trees depicted.

Tuesday, April 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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