Lady With Dog; Midst A Change Poem by james watkin

Lady With Dog; Midst A Change



Felt as a storm's rush
Of soaked windiness
One swipe of its hand, this day's
Eve-dim shockingness.

Scatters before it
Whom joint hath, left heard
Yelped steps! Lest too late, too late
Sheered off, and despoiled
With boughed shades their joint uncoiled
Lounged snores. Fine spun; furred.

Sunday, February 26, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: storm,dog,lady
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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