Earth, These Morns, Misted Poem by james watkin

Earth, These Morns, Misted



As thickly layered over
Of such peace, o'ertaken
Sensed, its veiling's pureness, through
A contemplative, true!

Sun rose. And as through a crack
A convent wall's, for night
With the first altar-facing rays
Got my first glimpse of her!
With that subdued, sublime look.
Enchanting; soul-deeper!

Monday, May 16, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: earth,mortality,misty
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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