that's just the wild wood
nature poetry
Monday, July 22, 2019
Purple Finch
"But then I saw his luminous plumed Wings
prepared for flight,
and then I heard him singing glory
in a green tree,
and the I caught the vest he'd laid aside
all blest with fire."
from Marvell's Garden
by Phyllis Webb
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