Goldfinches

In the restful hour
After the thunder
travels far away.

I walk under the dripping
leaves of the woodland.
Renewed in its splendor
of olive greens.

The choirs of goldfinch
singing in praise of nature.
My heart joins them
for I have no fears
of life or death.

I who have known
a lovers kiss
the joy of music
and the goldfinches
warbling in the
storms afterglow.