Goldfinch Poem by Frank Avon

He is an archangel
outside my window,
golden as the sun,
of light a bright ray
on the darkest day.

Gabriel
Michael
Rapheal
or maybe
Uriel,

when he alights
on the branch of a sunflower
his balance
is as certain
as his colors are contrary:

shining yellow
and shining black,
and when he soars away
in his body
I see my soul.

In this day's hopelessness,
he is my hope,
in what I see
he lets me envision
eternity.

I see him now,
perched atop
the tallest stem,
and then he's gone,
and I with him.