Our Farm Country; Sunset-Imbued Poem by james watkin

Our Farm Country; Sunset-Imbued

Angel-bright, dear, with your own
Lineaments, sharpened
World, so exchanged, at day's end.
Briefly a Heaven!

Each glum-filled rut, waterway
Road, river of gold.
Each house, west-faced, wood-warped, old
Its mansion; glimpsed then.

Sunday, October 1, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: sunset
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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