Finches
FINCHES
The finches
have come,
we knew
they would.
In our dreams
they thank us
for all we do
and the food
we provide.
Do they dream
of gratitude
or is the sky enough
and the thistle seeds
and the company
of their kind?
We will never know,
so we watch and admire
their yellow feathers
and hope tomorrow
they will come again.
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I love how you make a point to say that you knew they would come, yet not know when or for how long they will stay. Like an old friend who has a house key
I like, Tory.
Lovely life cycle reflection- I’m so happy when my finches come.
Oh, nice. I really love this:
Do they dream
of gratitude
or is the sky enough
and the thistle seeds
and the company
of their kind?
We call them lettuce birds and listen for their songs. I get to feel the delight of impossible flight when hummingbirds buzz my nectar feeders.
I like this poem and its narrow, long shape.