The Shadowy Man Poem by james watkin

The Shadowy Man

Among autumn rests, blowy
Chaired again, shadowy.
But for whom is, whilst museful
Part here. Part in the past.

These leaves, before that man of
Recollective love
Its yellowed pages, year-read!
Fall, if tear-stained, as fast.

Saturday, August 31, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: old age,memory
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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