Winds Sigh, Prolonging Poem by james watkin

Winds Sigh, Prolonging



Winds sigh, prolonging; up each
Chill-made vale and down
Nightfall; even realms away
For more temperate day.

Take from me in its nodding
Farewelling regards
Sunward, does a flowered air
Animate despair.

Wednesday, March 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,sunset,wind
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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