A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
The lawn is green though half the sprouts are weeds
—the Arizona Spring is always dry—
ten little finches feast upon the seeds.
The grackle barks a threat, which no one heeds.
They do not fear a noisy, rude wiseguy.
The lawn is green though half the sprouts are weeds.
They’ve settled in; no panic or stampedes;
until they’re sated none will want to fly.
Ten little finches feast upon the seeds.
They seem alike; there is no finch who leads
and as they munch a monarch flutters by.
The lawn is green though half the sprouts are weeds
This Springtime banquet fulfills all their needs
better than any feed that I might buy.
Ten little finches feast upon the seeds.
Colors, textures, lots of tiny beads—
like an avian caravanserai.
The lawn is green though half the sprouts are weeds:
ten little finches feast upon the seeds.
Julia Fleeman, a former librarian, teaches Yoga for the elderly in Phoenix.Her work has been anthologized and appeared online at Triplopia.org and Your Daily Poem.