Spring-Time In Suburbia Poem by james watkin
Spring-Time In Suburbia
Within these mazes, consistent
With crass-sounding haste
A solemn hush drapes all.
For whom are knelt beside in
A pathway's new-scented
Garden subjects, royal.
The faithful of Spring, who push through
These road-lifted airs of
A din's irreverence.
Doughty little crocus, and
Pea, clod-agitating;
Re-crowned in silence.
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,suburbia
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