Goldfinch Devouring A Sunflower Poem by Sonny Rainshine

The goldfinch clinched the pendulous
sunflower head, yellow on yellow,
beauty contrasted to beauty,
more than a bird on a flower
but an essay on art.

My thoughts scattered into the air
much like the unripe seeds from the flower
as the bird’s beak dispersed them,
some dropping like hailstones,
some disappearing into his gullet.

The the beauty of the bird,
according to a sunflower,
lies not in its colors and shape
but in its seed distribution system;
a sunflower, to a goldfinch
is a recepticle of delicacies
and a conveyer of sustenance.

Beauty then
must be more than meets my eye,
must be as dense and populous
as a million-seeded bloom.