Best Goldfinch Poems

male goldfinch eats seeds
free for him at the feeder...
summer's mate dines last...

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On cleared and cultivated land,
exotic weeds and thistle stand,
whose seed is sought in great demand,
so farmers gain a helping hand.

This alien now does belong;
common is this bird’s distinctive song.
Spring courtship and a breeding throng;
autumn flocks keep bonding strong.

A buffy wash midst shades of brown,
and red-faced...

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plumed gems
flit and flutter
from whitest Queen Anne's Lace
To purple thistledown roadside
treasure...

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Goldfinch pair visit
birdbath seeking cool water....
water way too deep

male Goldfinch inches
down Willow Tree limb to bath...
fear enters halts plan

male Nuthatcher drinks
water from swallow birdbath...
Goldfinch pair learn fast...

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 goldfinch flits, quizzically looks, weeping willow, maximillian sunflower gone...

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the yellow Goldfinch
               it's feathers brighten the yard
                       ...

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I was trudging home around one o' clock
and on the frosted grass, I spotted
a goldfinch shivering and slowly warbling:
he had strayed from his nest and couldn't find
his way back home, I breathed on him and took
him inside and suddenly he stopped moaning.

The trembling goldfinch with...

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Visitor chirps in the garden at daybreak.
Beautiful bird hanging upside down to feed;
pecking at thistle seeds on a bird feeder....
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a goldfinch feather —
the black and yellow foundling
carried by the wind
plucked from a waning winglet
        lad grips flight in his fingers

3/20/2021...

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Optimistic American goldfinch
Perched on the end of the branch
Enjoying a bit of loving rain
Glad the skies finally gave him the bath he needed
Things are looking up...

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Plumed gems
flit and flutter
from whitest Queen Anne's Lace
to purple thistledown; roadside
attraction....

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buds of golden rod
wildness in nebraska
goldfinch lands lightly...

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The finch dances merry, weaving feathers into music
That spills from overeager beaks and drips light onto slick wings 
Which beat in time with the song, fluttering, flittering, 
Finding life in the sky and where the ground meets it, turning,
Twisting note to the bright forgetful where...

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Golden brooch on a red silk robe
The goldfinch sits in a rose meadow
In the shamrock, azure, carmine land
She comes to mourn a loved one’s death

Amid beauty of the peerless form
A dreadful dead march is sung. 

Meanwhile, the rose bud grows into bloom
The twilight sky is...

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Gravely digging the grave digger digs
holes for souls; waste pits plotted
earth soils clogging
Collections of bones for storage and mind
Disposal in disguise
Many a form, Goldfinch alike, are left 
in place of death; laying spent, shrivelled
dishevelled, colours still abright
I wasn't going to dig a hole so I...

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