Monday, 15 November 2021

In Forest Glades

Well, I will not claim this as one of the world's finest poems (!) but I have a sneaking liking for it.

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In forest glades
Where lichened seats
Commemorate
   Old maids,

And autumn braids
With berry sweets
Hang soon and late
   In shades,

The year’s light fades,
The birds in bleats
Lament their fate
   Like jades,

Each seat degrades
In frosts, in heats,
Like shrouded, strait,
   Old maids.

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© December 2016