Poem

Lunch at home


Out with my plate of hot pasta
to sit amid our fountains of daffodils

until I am distracted by
a racket at the creekside.

I approach, plate in hand,

until the green banks burst
in a shower of sparks -  mobs of

goldfinches deliciously arcing
out of the understory

and landing, glowing again,
hot on each branch.


4/27/17