To His Butterfly Partner Poem by james watkin

To His Butterfly Partner



Time's sombre lashings of light, down-blown
Autumnal edged, house and street.
Of Death's shadowy fright are we struck;
Red stained; inescapably fleet.

How can we survive what leaves its mark
Mortally on this grant of
Carefree days, beauteous for what sip
Bloom-bent our butterfly love?

Friday, November 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,butterflies,light
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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