Mother, Gardening Poem by james watkin

Mother, Gardening



For glimpsing, long past her budding
Flora's bondslave drooped;
For nothing more, absent-sliding
A gaze on, sag-hooped
What chastening, unquelled in
Boiled up sentiment!
Summer's cloud-burst, flash sparked of
What gives no portent.

Saturday, December 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: mother,tears,watching
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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