A Poetic Moment

 

[O SNOW]

—————————–James Au

O SNOW, whitely groomed,

Pure as a dove, roves

Around all the doomed

Along lonely coves.

 

So slowly she strokes

My dull, wooden tomb

Beside a bare oak

And sob never blooms.

[First written on 19th January, 2016 by James]

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