Thursday, March 30, 2006

Meeting the Goldfinch

This morning
cold and snowy
I braved the wind
to put out seeds
for the birds.
A small goldfinch
huddled on the rail.
of the deck
protected from the storm.
He did not move
when I spread out the seeds
but cocked his head
and gazed at me
as if to say ---
“I know what you are doing.”
He did not fly away
when I moved toward
the door
but cocked his head again
I stretched out
one finger
stroked his silken head
before he flew
to the shelter
of the hemlock tree

oh the awe!

"I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn."
- Henry David Thoreau


Blogger harmonyinline said...

Your poem feels magical.

10:57 PM  
Blogger Nan said...

Wonderful poetry! And the goldfinch photos are lovely.

12:09 AM  
Blogger Pam in Tucson said...

I loved reading your poem. I gasped when I read the last few lines and tears came to my eyes. What an amazing experience - such an honour to be trusted. You must have a deep peace within you. You've illustrated the poem beautifully with wonderful photos (or perhaps it's the other way around). Whichever way - this post is a delight.

3:16 AM  
Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

Just love the bird, the poetry ... This is better than anything on TV!

4:07 AM  
Blogger GreenishLady said...

What a perfect experience. Most of my visiting birds move away from the feeding area when I come outdoors. I loved seeing the Goldfinch you have. They differ from European goldfinches. Lovely capture of the moment in your poem. Thank you.

6:45 AM  
Blogger Maxly said...

Thank you for sharing these wonderful photos and words. Very cool.

8:38 AM  
Blogger Deb said...

What an awesome moment. It is a real gift to be able to appreciate a moment like that, and then to describe it so well.

9:46 AM  
Blogger naturallynice said...

How beautiful and serene your blog is... I really relaxed as I was reading through it. I was in another space!

Thanks for stopping by,


10:25 AM  
Blogger Rexroth's Daughter said...

What a golden moment. How magnificent it must be to be so trusted. Beautiful.

10:32 AM  
Blogger Cynthia E. Bagley said...

I loved this... beautiful pic, beautiful poem. I have no words to express the experience that you have brought to us this morning.

10:38 AM  
Blogger TDharma said...

beautiful photos and words...they look so perfect all puffed out to keep warm. Their spacing on the branches -- perfect. Lovely. thank you.

1:00 PM  
Blogger Sigrid Jardin said...

what a golden abundance of little birds. they seem to be watching and listening and learning who you are, while you are listening and writing and watching them. beautiful mix of poetry and photos.

9:48 PM  
Blogger tess said...


These lovely pictures and words are infused with the peace and beauty of your soul. Thank you for creating this precious space.

It is a joy to come to know you through your art, and your encouragement is a great solace to me. Thank you, always.

11:19 PM  
Blogger Kara said...

Wow, I love how you told this story via a poem. I love coming here and I think I know why that bird stayed for the connection - to feel serenity.

11:36 PM  
Anonymous Jim McCulloch said...

Nice goldfinch. Ours in Austin have mostly gone north by now.

12:02 AM  
Blogger Mary said...

A moment of magic. I was there with you ...

3:53 AM  
Anonymous Cindy said...

a sacred moment- moments like those are hard to put into words and you'll treasure it forever.

8:01 PM  
Blogger Tim Rice said...

Your goldfinch pictures and poem are neat. It touches the heart.

8:37 PM  
Blogger LauraHinNJ said...

That last photo is so sweet.

8:54 PM  
Blogger Leazwell said...

Thanks for sharing your gift.

8:57 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

I didn't check my blog for awhile sorry.

touching the little finch seemed like magic

thank you

pam in tucson
thank you it is an honor beyond belief. The experience came first the photos after.

I have never experienced anything quite so thrilling on TV

this is a unique experience. the birds usually move away when we come out - except perhaps the chickadees if we move very quietly.

maxly, deb and naturally nice
thanks for your comments. this experence simply wrote itself.

rexroth's daughter
golden is the right term. it is a treasured moment

cynthia e. bagley, taradharma, and sigrid jardin
thank you so much for your kind words and for sharing in this experience

so glad you are back - thanks for coming by

there is something about living in the woods that seems to generate serenity (most of the time :)

jim mcculloch
you are right jim... we have a large flock of goldfinches here right now - some residents have probably been joined by the Texas birds but I can't tell by their songs :)

I am so glad

yes - a very special treasure

tim rice, laurahinnj and leazwell
thank you I am glad you visited and share the experience with me

9:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow, I am in awe of your poetry and photographs. Both so inspirational and so beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing these moments in time.

2:01 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Oh! Oh, oh, oh! Amazing.

3:54 PM  

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