Renewal Poem by james watkin

Renewal



A night of winds, rainy;
Sharp-pronged, noisy
A scourge to all useless waste.
Leaves; droppings. More.

Once passed o'er, o'er us comes
Those strange outcomes
Bears Earth, me too, yes, care-swept
Stilled morns, fresh awe.

Thursday, April 13, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: night,wind,rain
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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