This Autumn Day; Strange Comfort To Some Poem by james watkin

This Autumn Day; Strange Comfort To Some



We decry, what on by us
Too loudly and too long
And darkly melancholic
Drags, if half deranged, frantic
Its moody self along.

Not them! Who do find a strange
Relatable comfort
In each of its outbursts, wild.
Wandering as love's exiled;
Or hard to befriend sort.

Thursday, May 26, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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