I saw a yellow finch today,
he dropped in and
perched atop a leafy branch
way up high.
he flirted a little
I winked back.
above us even further,
six more fluttered by.
told the neighbor
the Finches made it.
I’ve missed them,
the bunny in the backyard, too.
Reading this interpretation after writing my poem made me smile.
drag me through
verdant covered angles
leaves thriving, cascading.
allow blossoms to reach
my nose. Inhale the beauty
as life is exposed. Take
me back to where
happiness found me.
my spiritual growth;
Branches transforming into her hair
Watching, but not meaning to stare
I wonder, how often your mind goes there
Your hands slowly needing to gather
One delicate end to the other
In an effort to feel her
Lightest of tree feathers linger
Cascading through your rough fingers
Your senses confirming, as lips simper
Silky, smooth and smelling of pine
I know you think of her all the time
Understanding now, you’ll never be mine