Raking Leaves Poem by james watkin

Raking Leaves



Apart from what's up-heaped
For coppery grounds
In your Autumn pleasure
Of collecting sounds
That rake, you are holding
To your fine-tuned ear
If not it's bow, scratching
Viola's less drear.

Sunday, May 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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