Summer's Door Poem by james watkin

Summer's Door



By one year's length, of one yearned round
Looking for a way out
From toil, inescapable
Unto this door, Time-walled, impresst
Of its own luring seal
In a cool shady rest

That is Summer's, in begging rapped.
No key, in response heard!
For what never locked is!
Oh its access! Highest winged in.
The bluest, the brightest.
Oh! Heart-liberating.

Sunday, June 5, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: door,summer
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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