seeds

the goldfinch

visits me everyday

she is lured to the golden face

of the sunflower

she flitters nervously

dangling from the giant leaves

as she inhales freedom

in the breeze

and then she turns back

to the business of seeds

if she sees me

gazing in awe

at her daring feathers

she will disappear in a rush

with bees and butterflies

creating a tornado of fluff

as they head skyward

in a collective huff

of wonder

she never gives up

i could watch her work for hours

such a tiny bird

with a unique power

her confidence as bold

as her yellow feathers

and yet until the sunflowers

i never saw her at all

so many people just like her

invisible

waiting for the right call

to lure them to the edge

of becoming

all with a unique sentiment

an idea to ponder

searching for seeds

an investment in genius

in the universal

garden of dreams

— patty

watercolor- “bird’s eye view” by cindy day

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If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.

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Patty Brown

Patty Brown

If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.