Blackbird Poem by Christoph Praus

Blackbird



Plum petals are falling into my lap,
Their scent is mild beside a Celtic spring,
And peppered within them, is gold-dust,
The faintest flower of the eastern wing,
Your black eyes stare into mine.

Thursday, May 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: birds
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