This Mood Will Pass (For Another) Poem by james watkin
This Mood Will Pass (For Another)
Certain 'twill blow o'er
Winter's for moaned sort
In its own good time
This day's bad report.
Even now up through
Its own cleansing tears
Whilst smoothly as cloud
Despair for sun clears
Its face, in flower
Blessings absorbed in
The Earth sees itself
Lacking for nothing.
For what wings across
As high in mood wings
Renewed in spirit
In love with life sings.
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5/3/2024 4:46:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An interesting poem, well composed