Winter Eve, Dining Out Poem by james watkin

Winter Eve, Dining Out



This day, come our eve's sweet
To greet again smile
Intends thwarting.
Through that wintry grimness
Blows sour; burdens a way;
Tree limbs, downed in.

Yet thicker, woolier
Jacketted and scarfed
One, warm-eyed!
Now only, and by it grudged
With a last rainy swipe
More beautified!

Friday, September 16, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: meeting,winter,night
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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