A Process, Marvelling Over Poem by james watkin

A Process, Marvelling Over



A process, marvelling over
Year-long investigating
Is that halts not, beautifying
Every clime and corner.

Greening, through to what rusts away.
Grounds staining, but through rain!
Out which, as lacquered, ice-lain
Bulbs pop, without delay.

Egg-crack, when upwards, in what's heard
As blue a sky opens
Song-split, with a thrush's, a wren's
Joy-motive, unhampered.

Monday, July 5, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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