Of Beauty, All's Gone Out Poem by james watkin

Of Beauty, All's Gone Out



Of Beauty, all's gone out.
No let hung glimmer
High or low branched, for this
And that leaf-ember.

Not o'er the whole sad Earth!
Til this grateful shock:
Birdhouse a-flame! Porch-oozed.
Redbreast's berried smock.

Sunday, May 9, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: winter,bird
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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