Springtime Poem by Guy Northam

Springtime



A kestrel, hovering, wing-beats
Above the earth -
Touch it! Touch it! The intangible -
When it falls, there is death
In the cherry blossom.

Sunday, August 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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