Autumn's Discards Poem by james watkin

Autumn's Discards



Autumn's discards.
A baron's; king's!
Displays of wealth, disgust more
So light flung when.

With each garment's
Dyes, and spun weave
Costliest, of cochineal.
Of the golden.

Jealous peasants!
With branch for limb
Muse: ' could we, stripping, these slip
Into. Ah then! '

Thursday, April 27, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: leaf,autumn
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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