A charm of ardent finches
Passing through my garden,
To destinations far-flung
I will never fathom.
On fat and seeds they feasted,
A peanut holder emptied;
Toured a moss-floored hut
I built, but had me pardoned.
They gave a fleeting glimpse
Of nature green and golden,
Before at swifter speeds depart,
Quick as dreams unfolding.
I wish a Goddess orchestrating
These finches on the wing,
Would rest on this poetic fence
Before the storm begins.
Your words are a gentle reminder of the beauty and calm that surrounds us when we are close to nature. Thank you for sharing your poem. It’s beautiful!
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Thank you Victoria, I am very grateful for your positive response 😊
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It’s lovely Nick. There is a peace to be found in the images you have painted here (despite the oncoming storm).
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Thank you so much, Secrets 💜☺️
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The oncoming storm seemed to fit, simply because thunderstorms are due here later this week.
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It flows nicely 👏
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