Last Remaining Leaf Poem by james watkin
Last Remaining Leaf
On the verge, at the tipping point
Of Winter, it's grave's dismay
Fretful shaking, twigged high, for this
Summer-time's last aired bliss.
Point at we, with morbid interest
What, one chilly breeze away
But one, is to, through it's death-knell
Send us blue-faced, risible!
Friday, September 9, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: winter,leaf
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
1/22/2026 5:17:26 PM # 1.0.0
