Weave me
a cloak of ivy &
a crown of feathered light,
& we’ll walk together
beyond this glade
into the tree-hugged
night.
— C.Birde, 2/25
White Oak — An Image
Snow — A Poem
Enough for a fresh start,
to restore the whole,
to fill in the marks made
yesterday,
& to start over —
again.
–C.Birde