Nightjars & Damselflies

  “Bee Tongue” — C.Birde, 9/24   Humm of a hundred bees… My garden is a mess… Contentment

  Dressed in green-moss velvet I’ll drink soft rain, limbs lifted toward its falling.   — C.Birde, 8/24

Eyes dragonfly wide peering asking: why stand idly by when with hearts hands minds unified in kindness &

Time slips through fingers splayed ray after ray a corona glowing The longest day’s light collected, cupped, swallowed.

Duck the arch, the vined curtain blooming red seen only from the farther side… Enter softly, keep the

Small in a vast world, & aware of her diminutive size No bravado here Alert & wary Yet

Wolf’s head hung above the door in welcome or warning? I could not know before putting hand to

In May’s unclouded light, I walked my grief – short leash heart-tethered Cool blue breath against my skin

Lilac dream – each branch’s whole, flowers within flowers unfolding as dream within dream recalled forgotten yet entirely