An Autumn Wind
No sweet brat, a puck who runs
With ripping delight
Free and unrestrained, is more
Enthralling than this!
Among the trees, in and out
And from each bough, down
A lovely hush, who does shake.
Multi-hurd that is.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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