Today's post is about the Golden Birds of Summer, aka "Goldfinches". I just adore those little smile-makers!
I think of Goldfinches as bits of sundrops flitting around. They are welcome additions to our bird feeding area, but seeing them out and about in the wild is even more special. They definitely make me smile when I come across them.
I know that my affection for goldfinches is not solitary. Whose heart could not be lightened when it sees a flash of gold zip by?
Ohio Born poet Mary Oliver caught the essence of these cheerful-colored birds in a poem she simply titled, "Goldfinches"
Marcheta *smiling
Goldfinches
In the fields
we let them have-
in the fields
we don’t want yet-
where thistles rise
out of the marshlands of spring, and spring open-
each bud
a settlement of riches-
a coin of reddish fire-
the finches
wait for midsummer,
for the long days,
for the brass heat,
for the seeds to begin to form in the hardening thistles,
dazzling as the teeth of mice,
but black,
filling the face of every flower.
Then they drop from the sky.
A buttery gold,
they swing on the thistles, they gather
the silvery down, they carry it
in their finchy beaks
to the edges of the fields,
to the trees,
as though their minds were on fire
with the flower of one perfect idea-
and there they build their nests
and lay their pale-blue eggs,
every year,
and every year
the hatchlings wake in the swaying branches,
in the silver baskets,
and love the world.
Is it necessary to say any more?
Have you heard them singing in the wind, above the final fields?
Have you ever been so happy in your life?
-Mary Oliver
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