The Dying, In A Gold Light Poem by james watkin

The Dying, In A Gold Light



The dying, in a gold light
Said to soft fade away.
Pointing to the year itself
I can attest to it.
Here, there. Through all about me
Leaf-hung. This autumn day.
As tranquilly appealing
Dear, be my own exit!

Tuesday, March 28, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: death,light,autumn
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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