Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Finch (Day 83)

US Fish & Wildlife Service via WikiMedia

Today, as I was sipping
a dripping glass 
of iced green tea 
a sudden resonating 
song gave me a start.
As bright and crisp, 
as sparkling wine, fizzing
in a crystal flute,
a finch had found 
an old light housing
built his nest, and now
was boasting to any
bird who'd listen. 
Although the golden day 
is slipping into slow 
blue early evening, 
I'm certain
my finch is still singing,
if only in his heart.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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