The goldfinches have arrived at last,
Fugitives from Minnesota snow,
Eagerly soaking up the Texas warm,
Feeding on all the free seed
I dole out every day.
No bigger than a wren, each one
But as a swirling yellow flock,
Flooding the air with feathered forms,
They dominate our birdy deck,
Landing here and there and everywhere,
A dizzy dissertation as they go
On strength of numbers,
The power of persistence,
The forcefulness of full-tilt feasting.
©2012 John I. Blair