riddle
reflect:
this bowl of blue
at twilight plays host to
a pair of tiny, gold sippers.
…finches!
Not as good a riddle as exploding yellow, this is the 2-4-6-8-2 syllable form of cinquain, which tells its own little story. Another little story is how my birdbaths remind me of a pair of gigantic Icelandic poppies I admired in early spring. I rather like the bottoms of them, how they create their own little bowls of dew for the sun to kiss away. My bowls of dew are a little bigger, and the goldfinch are grateful, but easily startled. I hope to get a photograph soon!
Oh! Love your bird baths. Love the flowers and poem, too! Love how they pop!
What gorgeous photos–both of them! Thanks for sharing my riddle-ku, Tanita, and I love how your last two lines define and then name finches. tiny, gold sippers==love!