A troop of goldfinch
Trapeze the bended stem
To plunder last year’s seeds
Now dry in the sheaf.
I recall last season’s butterflies
Opening their sun drenched wing
Upon the purple heads,
And marvel now
Symbiosis motive in the world:
Investments dividend returned
In grateful harvests born
And born, and born again.
A Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2017
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What a beautiful picture in this poem.