Yellow finches flit from
branch to branch,
gilded with Texas sun,
playing behind light jade
leaves and fingers of bark.
Jewels of the sky; they play
and sing; tiny beauties that
shy away in bushes, behind blossoms,
that dance between trees
waltzing with each other in midair.
Here and there, a single golden head
can be seen peaking from around the knob
of an oak or twisted ligustrum,
waiting with diamond eyes to trace
the path of the sun in search of seeds.