Yellow Finch.
Yesterday I met you
on the heart-ridge.

So quickly,
you flew from tree to tree
playing

hide and seek with me.
In the silence
of that afternoon

I heard you sing
your love song. Then,
like a little sun with wings

you disappeared...I knew
we'd never meet again.
When I saw you

sitting on that branch,
within a wall of stone,
I took you home with me

where I can now,
from time to time, recreate
the day we met...

in memory.


c. Douglas Fireman