The Goldfinch
When dandelions star the fields
Another alien singer, I,
Nursed upon England’s flowery wealds,
Seeking no tithe of treasured yields,
Drop sudden from a summer sky
To where the spangled clearing spills
Its gold about your timbered hills.
A mite in splendid motley clad,
I mark the field, I know the hour
When choicest morsels may be had;
When blooms are gay, when days are glad,
And thistledown wafts in a shower
To dance and drift and disappear,
I, who was not, am with you here.
I cling beside the thistle head,
I dance about your cattle’s feet,
I revel in the banquet spread
By many a blazing yellow bed,
And feast until I am replete;
Then seek the house roof’s topmost tile
To linger yet a little while.
No ingrate I, no niggard churl —
Tho’ what I take you well may spare —
Ere azure skies have grown to pearl,
With many a grace-note, many a skirl,
I pay gold coin for golden fare,
And profer an abundant fee
In long sweet bursts of melody.
By: C J Dennis, Poet & Journalist was born in Auburn, South Australia, on 7 September 1876.
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 
What an amazing coat and looks like it even got dinner š
I love these goldfinches. And they have the cutests chirrrups.
very! š
Wow – this is such a great shot! I love it!
Thank you so much Stephanie. You are truly too kind.
Stunning image Emily – your patience must be limitless to get this capture! š
Ok in Joanne..in this case, patience means looking outside my window each time I walk by for days..Waiting, looking. But multi tasking. š
Multi- tasking is good – why do just one thing at a time when you could do so much more, lol! š
Absolutely !! Thanks Joanne
Lovely photograph! My parents have many goldfinches in their garden in the UK. But they look nothing like the ones we see here in the US. Another transatlantic ‘same but different’ moment. š
Thank you so much David. I bet the goldfinches you have are truly beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Great shot Emily!
Thanks Mary!