Moods Poem by james watkin

Moods



As a row of trees, stock-still
Rush of winds before
So are we, on plain and hill
Moodily assailed.

Demeanors, summer-pleasant
Facades, autumn-shook!
When blow up, inexpectant
Moods through wet, wailed.

Saturday, May 29, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: mood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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