The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime….
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
Wallace Stevens
Blackbird…
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime….
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
Wallace Stevens
SwittersB & Exploring 
Excellent photograph and poem… sending much love and best wishes. Aquileana đź’«
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