My approach shuffled
the leaves
of last Autumn &
unearthed
new Spring robins.
— C.Birde, 3/25
Robins — A Poem
Chains — A Poem
If you must wear chains,
my dear,
about your neck,
your wrists,
let them be of spring Andromeda —
light, lipped, sweetly fragrant,
& tinkling with wind’s caress.
— C.Birde, 3/25
Knowing — A Poem
She knows —
deeply knows & remembers,
all & always —
while we stumble into forgetting,
ever in need of timely,
earthly reminding.
— C.Birde, 3/25