Dame Spring Poem by james watkin

Dame Spring



Strolling about these days
Dame Spring does one pry
Embroidering. Off each porch,
Rock-piled confines, centipede-stampeded;
Window sill, snail-spry.

Through slick-skilled needling
Takes shape for what's traced
Imperceptively, of last year's
Raised patterns. Azalea's cream-ruffled.
And the Queen Anne-laced.

Tuesday, June 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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