a little finch


Last Day of December Eleven




I saw the tiniest finch just now
skipping about the bare branches
of a small tree
wearing ghosts of leaves
the bird was brownish gray
with a white breast
it's head a royal blue
I had to blink
I saw it wink
and had to think
of you




Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-01-27 at 15:45

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Welcome to PoetBay, Mr Lezine.
Well, I have enjoyed all your work to date and here is another masterpiece. I am fond of birds, as is clear from the avatar I have chosen for myself, and I must confess to a certain fondness for winking personages myself ;-)
Applause!
2012-01-27