Goldfinches

stop now

and for this moment

watch

for us to be

alive we need

with all the joy

of feathers and wings

to play and

sing to fly

and float

in the embrace

of air  

to dart and dance

and cling

to stems to feast

upon

our share of these

ripening seeds

until just seconds before

the summer storm

comes thundering

in and blows

across

the

meadow