Low Pinking Floweret Poem by james watkin

Low Pinking Floweret



Tiny, shivery
But petrified, no!
And with this, loosed upon you
Every wind-sort. Each a fiend
Mischievous does blow!

Warming, thumbnail-sized
My smile, with your own!
Meeting you, as mere passerby
Lone, chilled, has emboldened me.
Sweet, by what name known?

Monday, October 31, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: flower
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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