The Song Of A Goldfinch

The day is sunny and humid and warm with warmth in the breeze
In a heatwave of mid January with a temperature high of thirty degrees
The song of a bird on a nearby wattle tree
Does stir up old memories that are dormant in me
The song of a goldfinch takes me back in time
To the wood by the hill when Spring was in it's prime
The twittering song of a male goldfinch singing in the sunshine a bird beautiful to behold
With red band around bill and feathers of  dark brown, fawn and gold
Not the finest of songsters but for their beauty widely known
The Eurasians goldfinches have ways of their own
In the blue and sunny sky just a few clouds of gray
And the song of a goldfinch takes me to far away
To the wood by the hill in the prime of the Spring
Where their twittering songs the goldfinches do sing.