A Walk, Late Winter's Poem by james watkin

A Walk, Late Winter's



As long its walk, moist o'erhangs
This way, that, joint-wended;
As long, you, chill-wetted through
Have, of it, re-stated:

'I doubt this late winter day
Of dullness, redeemably
In a brightness of showing
Any, looked on can be! '

Shake this paling tumbling mass
A pear tree's, musky-full
And tell me if you are not
Splashed of the beautiful?

Tuesday, May 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: winter,flower,walking
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james watkin

james watkin

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