#finch
Soaring, flying
Brushing the sky
Lovely winged feathered paintbrush
Free
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 11:39 PM UTC
Little red finch—
Landing on my bird feeder
this cold winter's day
I saw you
Eating all the seeds
And singing in between.
Little red finch—
In Just ten seconds,
Barely enough time
To capture you
Coming to get more
Before flying away.
Little red finch—
What a delight you've been
With your brown finchy friend
I caught you
Just in time
On my camera.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 9:21 PM UTC
Tumbling down a hole in the earth:
Alice and her wonderland
(but that was just a mistake
of writing)
I was talking about the bushes in my garden
And the open skies
Of the lowlands;
What of it?
There is a colourful little finch
in the shrubs of my garden
There is a majestic eagle
(they that live here call Chipungu)
A self-contained buttress against
The blue heavens
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 4:40 AM UTC
Foraging finch, led amiss.
Madescent billows roared, as clouds enshroud
And a sudden cascade coalesced
With a well-timed jet stream
& menacing westerly wind.
It’s a monsoon, pitch and roll!
Months spent sifting unseen white sand.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
A raven flew along, it was a cold winter day.
The black bird soon spotted a struggling bird on the ground and quickly landed nearby.
The raven greeted the fearful animal.
A small, shaking finch responded.
"Oh Raven, you must help me. For I am so alone and I cannot find my way. I will never live through this winter"
Clearly the find was in distress.
Sighing, the raven quickly looked around.
"I will aid you to be stronger, but you must promise me one thing."
The finch perked up, as the raven responded, "you can't give up."
So the birds took to the trees and the raven taught the finch how to fly. For the first step to anything is how to get back to your wings.
Then they went to the grass, and pecked for worms. The raven taught the finch that at times, it is okay to let your guard down, you are safe with other birds around.
And finally, how to make a home. A nest for the winter. They gathered all the twigs together, but the finch grew tired.
"Raven. I must rest."
"No finch, there is no resting until you build your foundation. You must continue."
"But I am tired."
"It does not matter. If you give up now, you will give up all." The raven handed the finch even more twigs.
The finch groaned, but painfully continued.
And they built the most beautiful nest.
In the nest the finch had both comfort, and sustainability.
"Raven, thank you. I now have the tools to be a strong bird. I can now, survive the winter."
"Finch. All you must do for me now, is never give up."
And with that, the raven flew away, in search of others to help.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
Dear Mr. Finch
I fear I’m just like Aunty
Dissappointed, so it’d seem
The need to scold and rid myself
Of good, encouraging things
Calpurnia would not approve
My earnest and impatience
‘ve been left behind, fell out of line
Feel cold sweat as my heart races
Crushed my own hopes;
Sent far away my own dreams
Wallowed in my own despair
Lacked to care for all the needs
Confess t’ you; am I Mayella now?
All of this was my own doing
And now we face the coin flip
My luck being his killing
I could hardly breathe
I couldn’t dine
My conscience could not clear
In time
Today I finally realized;
It took me too much time
That I had killed a mocking bird
A simple, humid-aired crime
He’s innocent and suffers
And here I am.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
So beautiful
A swan, born of jay and finch
How could this happen
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC