My Forlorn Nights, The Starkness Of Poem by james watkin

My Forlorn Nights, The Starkness Of



My forlorn nights, the starkness of
This wintered tree's slow drip.
Prayerful gestured, Hope's bright points
Each stemmed, star-budding tip.

Friday, February 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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