This Eve, Winter-Numbing Poem by james watkin

This Eve, Winter-Numbing



I know how it feels
To be you.
This sad look of things
Haunts me too.

Shrugging what shakes for
Cause, windy
Our nerve, nigh shatters
Branched, piny
Hand-clasped, in touch with
Sigh on sigh
Earth's inner torment.
Sweeps us by.

Monday, May 15, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: sad,earth,feeling
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