Trees, And Their Mothering Shade Poem by james watkin

Trees, And Their Mothering Shade



Trees, and their mothering shade
Low, close, snug hung o'er
A hyacinth's empurpling;
Blushing primrose, sweet.
Voiceless, but through a spring air
A fragrant boaster!
Beech, blackthorn. As for what's raised
At their rooted feet.

Saturday, July 2, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: shade,mother,spring
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