Entrusted — An Image

A close-up altered photo of a Bleeding Heart flower.
“Bleeding Heart” — C.Birde, 4/21

“Yes,

I know…”

Even as she spoke,

her infinite heart

entrusted its pulse

to all things.

“O, yes,

I’ve missed you,

too.”

— C.Birde, 4/21

Wisp — A Poem

A close-up photo of Spring Beauty wildflowers.
“Spring Beauty” — C.Birde, 4/21

Pale wisp

of breath,

of life,

that I am

Petal-filled

with Spring,

with drifts

of redbud

& cherry,

crabapple

& quince

Pray, do not

restrict me

to such

narrow space

of heart

that I fade

from memory

upon

     exhalation.

— C.Birde, 4/21

Eviction — A Dream

An altered photo of a small "fairy house" tucked into a nook at the base of a great, old tree.
“Bungalow” — C.Birde, 4/21

Evicted.

Expelled.

Dispossessed

of that old house

on the hill.

Three stories

of tilting timeworn

clapboard

& peeling paint

flaking over tired

green grass.

Seize it. Take it.

And welcome.

It matters not at all.

For in the moonless

night-spangled

dark,

I moved (removed),

like guileless wind,

all small & coveted

prized possessions –

a whole life’s worth

of work & soul

& pulsing wounded

heart –

to the small brown

bungalow nested

oh-so-sweetly

in the valley

below.

— C.Birde, 4/21

Green-Tongued Song — An Image

An altered photo of a great Norway Maple, fringed in new leaves.
“Olaf, Norway Maple” — An Image

“Sing with me”,

she trilled,

“our tongues curling

‘round each fleet,

green note;

‘round the tender sound

of each new leaf

unfurling…”

— C.Birde, 4/21

Gift of Spring — A Poem

An artistically altered photo of a teeny tiny wildflower, called Henbit.
“Henbit” — C.Birde, 4/21

Spring —

season

of promise and

uncertainty;

that green-frilled,

pink-budding gift,

waiting

to be

o

p

e

n

e

d.

— C.Birde, 4/21

Yellow — An Image

An up-close photo of a yellow daffodil.
“Daffodil” — C.Birde, 4/21

“In yellow,

I rejoice,”

she swept her arms

wide as her

grin,

“You will see me

a’thrill

in each daffodil &

forsythia,

each dandelion &

goldfinch

returning.”

— C.Birde, 4/21

Twilight Song — A Poem

Photo of a Bradford Pear Tree's pink budding branch tips.
“Twilight” — C.Birde, 4/21

Wash

the trees’

tight buds

in pink blush

of twilight

& whisper

in sweet hyacinth

breath.

Tidal spring,

engulf us all.

Sweep

up our hearts

in a swoon

of petals’

drift.

— C.Birde, 4/21

Visit — A Dream

An altered photo of my dear friend.
“L” — C.Birde, 4/21

So grateful

for your visit,

so many months

since your last.

A full year since…

Over a year…

Seeing you at all –

as you were,

as always you will be

in memory –

is Gift enough.

Even if

you don’t speak,

don’t see me,

don’t stay.

Grateful,

all the

same.

— C.Birde, 4/21

Daffodil Song — An Image

A photograph of bright yellow daffodils in full bloom.
“Daffodils” — C.Birde, 4/21

“I may weep &

lash out

in wind &

thunder,”

she placed

a wreath

of dappled light

upon my brow,

“but

I will always

sing to you again

in hyacinths &

daffodils.”

-- C.Birde, 4/21

Cassia-Purrah — A Poem

A plump calico cat lying in a patch of sunlight.
“Cassia-Purrah” — C.Birde, 3/21

Do not mistake her soft tone

for genteel invitation;

cruel evidence I have seen

of small, misguided rodents

swallowed whole.

And you, sweet-feathered one,

preening beyond glass barrier,

would be no rare exception.

Disbelieve her call.

Within warm wash of light,

she lies always attentive –

eyes slit, ears a’twitch,

hostilities belied by tail’s flick,

by rumble, croon, and mew.

Believe me when I warn –

concealed in her tri-color coat

of fur she holds cruel daggers

to swipe and catch and eat you.

— C.Birde, 3/21