Outside My Window Poem by james watkin

Outside My Window



Of what had not stood there before
Forest-thick, now floats by.
Such noise! On nerves, such havoc!
Worthy its deer's; hare's, shy.

This drawn window, for night-fearing
Clear foreshadows somehow
Lightning-bright, that apocalyptic
Good and Evil sword-row.

Friday, October 29, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: storm
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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