Skies; Yours and Ours
From yours over there
To ours, hereround
What contrariness of sky
Reflects the eye?
And do swifts, I doubt
Swallows, this neat
Weave, of the jovial
What is visual.
Nor while conceding
To a bias
Of summer day pride
No joy-leaps hide
Can be imagined
This placid blows
As untroubled of face
For clouds what grace.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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