An Autumn Wind Poem by james watkin

An Autumn Wind



No sweet brat, a puck, who runs
With ripping delight
Free and unrestrained, is more
Enthralling than this!
Among the trees, in and out
And from each bough, down
A lovely hush, who does shake.
Multi-hued that is.

Saturday, June 24, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: wind,autumn
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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