To Nature Poem by james watkin

To Nature



This view of you, all share
Enwreathed, that slips not
Of bright faced innocence;
Amused with licence;
Haggard, hoarse, or later
With the frozed on scowl
Even she, at that ascetic
Of trendings cyclic
Who is our earth-mother, cannot
Mar, not ever
This love-imbued reaction
Be-gilds each season.

Friday, February 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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