Wattle, Winter Brighteners Poem by james watkin

Wattle, Winter Brighteners



Sun, for your pride's check
Of golden light
Day suffers not; when scowling cloud
Between you and smiles
Wedges in; riles.

Flared up in their own
Season-dawned might
Wattle's tapers! Infused with all
Your crowned head's recourse
Of benign force.

Saturday, November 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: gold,tree
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
Close
Error Success