Winter's Tree Poem by james watkin

Winter's Tree



Reflected, no less cruder
In pool of water.
Not that we, still green and fresh
Could, its leaf, dredge up!

Although sad nods 'yes' to, Age
This mirrored image
For what, youth's looks, to retrieve
Still has a hangup.

Friday, June 9, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror,youth,winter,tree
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james watkin

james watkin

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