I Dreamt of Goldfinches

By John I. Blair

Last night I dreamt of goldfinches
Clustered on the feeders
That surround my patio.

It’s October’s end,
Still far too soon
For real ones to appear

Although the early snow
Reported just today
In central Kansas

Is bound to push them south
Within a week or so
To decorate the garden

With their yellow feathers,
Stir the leaves with flurried flight,
Warm the air within my house

With sights of pointy beaks
And plush breasts
Inches past the window glass.

©2019 John I. Blair, 10/31/2019