The Feast of the Finches

The trees listen
while the songbirds sing
it is the gift they have to give
just see how they strain to hear
bending all their tender branches
to the birds’s tiny feathered feet
It is the feast of the finches
when all the alder trees
don their cones

” . . . maybe there’s still a chance
To participate in the silence of listeners . . .” ~ Carl Dennis


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to The Feast of the Finches

  1. cheryl622014 says:

    ..and I love the picture too.

    Liked by 1 person

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