The Goldfinch Rests 2008

We all love the breaks in the spring rains,
Our umbrellas would all close in that riotous expected conclusion,
As the rays of warmth break through,
Only the kaleidoscope of the parkland sparkled once more,

The joy of a watercolour would resume now,
That oil medium earlier became 'The Goldfinches Rally',
Sated my spontaneity,
Water everywhere now but never a concern,
It always added to the work and gave meaning to the vision,

In the chaos of the deluge,
I would worry away; wondering if the beauty was lost,
In the mountain ash movement,
And under their leafy covers,
They would preen and dry off,
Those goldfinches would fly by once more,

Flashes of sunlight taken flight,
Probably they enjoyed their spring bathe,

Their so curious,
Aware,
But wild,

Eventually one would land close by again,
How lucky I thought I was,
They would think these hands would offer some treat,

The wild strawberries merely wetted their appetite,

But the insects caught in the breeze,
Sent that goldfinch off,
And the colony began to feast once more.