One Goldfinch
gently wind sails
on our wind chimes
His legs so like
the string
pulled taunt
He tightly holds his grip
while shifting his bit of weight
on the pendulum-
I think the first Arias
will startle him
but he stays...
looking up
he knows... he knows... he knows...
poem copyright ©2009 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 49
