Purple Finch at the Garden Feeder
Scamp of a bird
…………….once seen, rarely
forgotten: head
…………….dipped in red table
wine— birthmark
…………….that won’t fade.
He picks his favorite seeds
…………….& pitches the rest, letting
them fall among snow’s
……………………..flecks of
light & his shadow
………super-imposed
…………………silhouette—
…………………head tipped back, trilling
spicy whole notes, brighter
than one’s yielding heart.
M.J. Iuppa ‘s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017).For the past 30 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.
This poem brings this Finch more alive. Beautiful!
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