Summer Stillness Poem by james watkin

Summer Stillness



Unblown from off it, summer hill's
Tame cloud-blotched scanning
Each, that a placid look imparts
Is my own formed in.

Cow. Its aged cordon of tree.
Brooklet. Meadow bloom.
Hour by hour. Of which calm light
Dims not come eve's gloom.

Thursday, January 12, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: tranquility
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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