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
Chains — A Poem
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
Song
“Norway Maple in Winter” — C.Birde
Song of dormant flowers,
of bare-limbed trees,
of winter light stroked
in rainbows across
the ceiling.
— C.Birde, 1/25
“Rainbows” — C.Birde, 1/25
Humm… — A Poem
“Bee Tongue” — C.Birde, 9/24
Humm of a hundred
bees…
My garden is a mess…
Contentment lives
here.
— C.Birde, 10/24
Moss & Rain — A Poem
Dressed
in green-moss velvet
I’ll drink soft rain,
limbs lifted toward
its falling.
— C.Birde, 8/24
Eyes — A Poem
Eyes
dragonfly wide
peering
asking:
why stand idly by
when with hearts
hands
minds unified
in kindness &
compassion
our world
we might entirely
redefine?
— C.Birde, 7/24
Solstice — A Poem
Time slips
through fingers splayed
ray after ray
a corona glowing
The longest day’s light
collected,
cupped,
swallowed.
— C.Birde, 6/24
Duck — A Poem
Duck the arch,
the vined curtain blooming
red
seen
only from the farther side…
Enter softly,
keep
the secret of your approach
in your pocket
lest the idyll vanish wholly
with an eager, errant
footfall.
— C.Birde, 5/24
Small… — A Poem
Small
in a vast world,
& aware of her diminutive size
No bravado here
Alert & wary
Yet ready to trust
when approached with
patience & kindness.
We’ve all been her.
— C.Birde, 5/24
Wolfshead — An Image
Wolf’s head
hung above the door
in welcome or warning?
I could not know before
putting hand to latch
& slowly moving forward.
— C.Birde, 5/25