Autumn Poem

The Little Finch in Autumn

 

The little finch in autumn

lands on the supple rose stem

and a dance begins.

 

She is here to peck aphids

and with swift movement,

now seemingly she curls

into a ball.

 

How quickly she spins

around the stem,

all the time peck,

peck, peck.

The first rosehips,

baubles in this

delicate dance.

 

And just as quickly

it all comes to an end.

all I see now

is the bobbing stem.

 

Benita H. Kape © 8.5.2018

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