These, My Autumn Ramblings Poem by james watkin

These, My Autumn Ramblings



Except those of your established thought-ways
Smooth as sooth, and direct;
Un-misty, un-rainy
For their levels of grief
Mysterious for their meandering
And sombre do intrique
For these, have a liking
In ramblings; brisk and brief.

Sunday, February 13, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: walking,autumn
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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