Time's Face Poem by james watkin

Time's Face



A face, through each changeful look
Time's, is not hid from thee.
From out yond bean shoot, astounds.
Yonder skyline. Brashly!

That face, too oft contra wished!
In seeking out again
Love's walk, meadow-sweet. But too late.
Frost-clung; as with disdain.

Wednesday, January 12, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: time,face
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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