Poetry Friday: Goldfinch
I’m joining in on Poetry Friday this week with a poem found in our ancient copy of Bookhouse Story Time. The poem is a tribute to goldfinches, which abound in our yard this season, harvesting sunflower seeds. I love the notion of invisible waves in the sky, and goldfinches riding them.
My pics are from earlier in the season, though, when their plumage was brighter. Now they are fading as the leaves brighten.
The roundup is at Tabatha Yeatts: The Opposite of Indifference today. Enjoy!
7 Comments
Tabatha
Gorgeous photos, Janet! You picked the perfect poem to go with them :-)
jama
What beautiful photos, Janet — and the perfect poem. You are so lucky to see goldfinches in your yard. I love them!!
Ruth
Beautiful!
Laura Shovan
Beautiful pairing of photographs and poem, Janet.
Joy Acey
Oh how beautiful, both the photos and the poem. You make me hunger for fall. We are supposed to get to 93 today in Tucson. I do miss the changing colors of the leaves.
Violet N.
The poem plus photos make a gorgeous post! “Lightly he sways on the pendulum stem” — what a perfect description.
Michelle Heidenrich Barnes
How I love these little birds, like tweeting lemon drops. You’re quite the photographer, Janet! My favorite line is also “bounding along on the wave of the skies.”