To You, Wind Poem by james watkin

To You, Wind



To you, Wind
I'm not blind!
Shaking boughs
That are'nt ours
Then trying to match
Those leaves with this batch
In no expert's guise
Clued into shape, size
When dumping ad infinitum
With no rioter's sage dictum
Over hedgerows amounting
To no tomcat's surmounting.

Wednesday, September 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,wind
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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