Noon Is Half A Day's Scramble Poem by james watkin

Noon Is Half A Day's Scramble



Noon is half a day's scramble
Up the steeps of morning.
In place of a snowline
Rings a blizzard warning.

Variations on the bid
By dawn's figure revived
Imply courtesies to nature;
Who has seasons contrived.

Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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