Her Little Form, Farewelling Poem by james watkin

Her Little Form, Farewelling



Midst soaking glooms stole away. Of
Gusty remorse swept up in.
Both unseasonable!
With gardener's fancy, and through his
Protective measures, what survives
For the recollectable

Is as safely guarded 'neath glass.
Now a conservatory held in!
Of an enflowering now!
Delighting, for what impresses
Of tender bearing; more so!
More so - sweet to avow.

Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: departure
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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