Yellow Finches
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.
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.
The finches are too quick for me to get a picture of them, but at certain times of year, small flocks of them travel into The Piney Woods area and play among the trees in the forest itself and in the towns that are part of The Piney Woods. These birds are so small they are about the size of large fig. Their feathers are dark yellow gold and they pop from tree to tree like animated flowers on the breeze.