Love's Blossom Hour Poem by james watkin

Love's Blossom Hour



A warm fired up air
Of wingers.
Bees, hornets; with
Heart's stingers!

Tis inviting, Love's
Blossom hour.
But careful, lad; of
Its ardour.

'Oh, this pain-felt recall;
Long after, yea
Blew as a passing
Phase away'

Tuesday, May 3, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: affinity and love,childhood,danger
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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