A Pair Of Goldcrests Poem by Richard George

A Pair Of Goldcrests

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When you are this tiny, death
is a nudge; he, she
in the blink of an iris,
violet to red petals of rain,
the seven-octave of seeing.
Slight as you were
we miss you.
Sad as we are
we smile.
We have glimpsed the soul of photons.

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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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