Best Goldfinches Poems
blooming and bobbing
flower power head turner~
feasting goldfinches
I passed a dancing sunflower on my walk today,
out sprang a goldfinch.
8/3/2020
Categories:
goldfinches, bird, flower, summer,
Form:
Haiku
Silver haired, the year
rests in the field.
Crows gather
on the sycamore bones.
The day is like glass.
Winter lurks
in the shadows.
In brittle glades,
papery pods protect
the last seeds.
Spiky coneflowers stand tall;
the goldfinches had their harvest.
Everywhere signs
of a cycle
fulfilled.
December 24, 2017
Categories:
goldfinches, nature, winter,
Form:
Free verse
HAIKU & TWO SENRYU
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
white sky... low the clouds
winter... stuck in a drift again
spring... where are you...
~~~
the bobbin dipper flies
below our secret rivers
spring... summer delight
~~~
ring ouzel... moorland
high craggy tors... upland moors
birding adventure
~~~
the avocet
fenland treasure... coastal dream
no spade required
~~~
harbinger of spring
declining population
drives birders cuckoo
~~~
be proud... sing aloud
needs no invitation
jenny wren is spring...
~~~
hedgerows... tinkling bells
charms of goldfinches rejoice
inviting springtime
~~~
a flash... gone... dived
a kingfisher fishing
the river ripples
~~~
look high to the sky
skylarks sing a challenge
give us back our land
~~~
hope... no... it must be
put nature on a rostrum
give back her freedom
~~~
look... oceans waves
on shores display their wisdom
ere we could read it
~~~
rock pools... origins
with good intent life explodes
evolution... real
~~~
our fate in our hands
as is... we will all perish
give nature a chance
~~~
A SENRYU
or
TWO
~~~~~~
no known foibles
maybe a spring twitcher
Maureen McGreavy
Jan Allison
a moral supporter
worth her words
Categories:
goldfinches, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Down in the meadow, bees are buzzing away
cows laze about, after feeding all day
Wildflowers attract butterflies, in pastel arrays
lapping up nectar, in the warm sunny rays
Down in the meadow, lambs frolic and play
ladybirds climb grass tufts, that gently sway
A farmer wipes his brow, whilst loading hay
midges swirl about, as young horses neigh
Down in the meadow, goldfinches come to lay
gobbling down thistle seeds, without delay
Baby spiders spin webs, in more than one way
none of them mind each other, so all’s ok
Down in the meadow, an old donkey brays
don’t think he’s cross, just dislikes his dray
The residents don’t care, what this ass says
all have things to do, and ignore me anyway
Categories:
goldfinches, allusion, nature, nice,
Form:
Monorhyme
oak leaves flittering
goldfinches heard but not seen~
sunshine ricochet
12\30\2020
Categories:
goldfinches, bird, winter,
Form:
Haiku
I’m thankful for the whispering winds and the gentle rain
And the absent sun on dark days, knowing it will be out again
The moonlit skies at night with twinkling stars shining bright
The change of the seasons and all its festive and seasonal sights
The birds who visit and sing their sweet morning melodies
Goldfinches, blue-jays, cardinals and feisty chickadees
Their daily return to feed and build nests nearby in the trees
And watching their entertaining antics as they frolic and tease
Spring blooms that I anticipate and wait for to reappear
In bright colors and scents that bring delight and cheer
The chipmunks and squirrels in my yard scurrying about
with their sputtering, chirping, and barking spouts
The fresh winter snow that cleanses and brightens the ground
and the magical moments of watching the snowflakes come down
When the air warms and crocuses and daffodils emerge through the snow
And the return of Spring when nature rejoices and puts on a beautiful show
Categories:
goldfinches, beauty, bird, imagery, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Feathers amongst fallen leaves
Spring plumage drops from the sky
Blue Jays in cobalt feathers
Proudly perched near drab fall hues
Goldfinches in olive green
Camouflaged on sparse branches
Raptors hungry and hunting
Autumn feathers masked from sight
Cardinals perched on red fronds
Their mates near singing away
Crisp crimson and yellow leaves
Now blanket sparse sleepy wood
Hidden owls hoot in the dark
Their nightly quest soon begins
In dark brown feathers they soar
Hoping to find their night prize
Categories:
goldfinches, appreciation, autumn, bird,
Form:
Jueju
Extolling spring, oh, the robins are singing,
Lauding red-maple, bluebirds are frolicking,
There trills a cardinal fervent in courtship
Where on dogwood soulmate is gawking
And joining the symphony goldfinches fly in
Peeking from redbud, clad in blossoms pink,
Reveling in affirmation: season is blooming;
Some are scouting for earthworms in grass,
Some are building nests, wooing romance,
Playful in blue, red, yellow, and dark brown
Wafting aerial stance sweetest is their sound.
Yes, they’re aware I’m watching their show
Peering through windows, they come and go
And slyly they spy when my beloved arrives—
Orioles now drop-by aiming jealous vibes
As sparrows stealthily pry, hovering close by;
Not till she feeds them, do I hear their sigh,
Swirling in pairs they choreograph up high--
Ah, such a thrill it is to see them merrily fly!
Alas, this friendship is built on fragile bond:
When their nests are empty they’ll be gone--
Rain forests to explore and oceans to cross,
Flexing life’s liberties they’ll span on and on
Perhaps to return to where they came from,
Perhaps to opulence of freedom paramount.
February 26, 2021
Placed 2nd: Spring Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
goldfinches, bird, spring,
Form:
Verse
Summer skies are colorful delights
As fireflies light up our warm nights
The full moon shines clear and bright
A relaxing, peaceful and serene sight
Goldfinches, and nuthatches are out
Happily eating seeds and dancing about
As crows and hawks circle around
Watching for prey on the ground
Peonies with their saucer sized blooms
Bees busy feeding landing on plumes
Hummingbirds fighting for feeder nectar
An entertaining show of feisty collectors
Late evening after all the traffic’s gone
A loon is heard with its eerie mating song
The leaves rustle in the fragrant breeze
As the songbirds quietly nestle in the trees
Morning sunrise peaks in hot pinks and light blues
Perennial flowers blooming in all colors and hues
Sitting outside with my coffee and no place to go
I sit back and relax and enjoy the magnificent show
8/12/2020
Contest: Nature Rhyming Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Categories:
goldfinches, appreciation, beauty, bird, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Mexican Petunia purple blossoms in the garden
Invite butterflies to visit and drink their rich pollen.
Herb's crushed scent lingers from gathering for dishes starred-in
Maximilian sunflowers' brown seeds stand out and are starred-in
Goldfinches' meals served from our small herb garden.
Bees and butterflies enjoy both of those flowers' pollen.
The first frost soon will destroy all the glorious pollen.
Herbs from our garden will die and the dishes starred-in
Will change to fall and winter plants from our garden
Butterflies gone since no pollen, also dishes that herbs are starred-in from the garden
Finis'
Categories:
goldfinches, age,
Form:
Tritina
Nibbles McCheesy was ever so speedy
And scampering all round the house
Trojan the tabby was getting quite crabby
For failing to capture that mouse
That cowardy custard could not cut the mustard
The mouse was too slippery for he
In truth it was mainly and really quite plainly
For fear that mouse might have a flea
So Nibbles McCheesy would run around freely
With Trojan in feigned hot pursuit
But one day a dollar had bought a flea collar
Which, being pink, looked rather cute
This new situation meant self preservation
Was not gonna hold Trojan back
So Nibbles McCheesy found freedom less easy…
…The front door was open a crack
So Nibbles debated then negotiated
The crack… to the world of ‘outside’
The front door shut tight; he was out for the night
But then a free picnic he spied
McCheesy’s a reader, he’s seen a bird feeder
And knows they’re a banquet on tap
He climbed the bird table fast as he was able
The goldfinches got in a flap
Twas only a minute and Nibbles was in it
Snuck in through a hole in the side
He ate all the seeds beyond all of his needs…
“Help me, I’m stuck fast,” he cried
Then Trojan stepped out, and he gazed all about
He thought he should let Nibbles in
But stuck in his tube, Nibbles asked for some lube
And gave him his best cheesy grin
Categories:
goldfinches, animal, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
Days are lengthening with spring. Winter's thaw has awaken the earth. The rebirth cycle begins in my backyard. Bird feeders are full. Goldfinches adorned in their brighter yellow feathers of spring, happily feeding on seed. House wrens are making new nests and chirping their mating songs, creating a wonderful soundscape to my ears.
A gentle south breeze flows. With ice and snow melted, rivers flow. Transitioning winter to spring, and greening-up Mother's Earth. Buds are bursting forth on most of my trees with little green leaves. My purple crocus and blue hyacinth have started too bloom, much too early here in the north. What's in the air that makes me feel better? I like to think it's the sweet days of spring.
northern wind shivers
wrapping warmth with woolen shawl
early spring sleeps lite
A Haibun with a Haiku
For Debbie Guzzi's contest,"Spring Haibun"
Categories:
goldfinches, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
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 with a blackened crown,
gold bars on wings; prefer a town,
Goldfinches never let us down.
Categories:
goldfinches, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
weaving up and down
chirping
goldfinches
Categories:
goldfinches, april, beautiful, bird, nature,
Form:
Haiku
One goldfinch rest upon a weed
Eats a few seeds from the spirea
Lands on birdbath's rim, drinks his fill
Across my vision, black butterfly unreal
two unusual
sightings in a few minutes....
Georgia summer morn
We don't usually see Goldfinches here unless it is in their spring migration or their fall migration, so I was shocked. We don't see many of those black butterflies either.
Categories:
goldfinches, nature,
Form:
Haibun