
Sitting
in restless light
I write — one, two, three lines…
Pause… and drop treats for the locals…
Repeat.
— C.Birde, 6/18
Sitting
in restless light
I write — one, two, three lines…
Pause… and drop treats for the locals…
Repeat.
— C.Birde, 6/18
The air
so sweet in June,
perfumed, anointed in
mock orange and honeysuckle
bloom — breathe.
— C.Birde, 6/18
May we
invite Love to
saturate all we do;
to light our way when we stumble,
stray.
— C.Birde, 12/17
The trees’
weight of blackbirds
has diminished today;
the sky, less darkly rivered with
motion.
— C.Birde, 11/17
This eve
the veil between
the worlds grows thin — night jars
and damsel flies hearthside and safe
again.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Drift and
curl of light and
leaf in rose-water hues
flatter any who fall beneath
their spell.
— C.Birde, 10/17