Distance — A Poem

A semi-shadowed, tree-lined path leading to what appears to be a distant, open doorway.
“White Trail” — C.Birde, 12/20

Your kindness

wreathed

in all its singular

fading beauty

is all I need

to warm me

in this moment

of shared

isolation.

Your kindness

yes

and the memory

of past

kindnesses.

— C.Birde, 12/20

Wish — An Image

A path through moonlit woods at night...
“Darkness” — C.Birde, 12/20

“I would fashion you

a cloak

of moon- &

starlight…”

Her wish –

a subtle balm –

draped ‘round

my shoulders.

“…to guide you through

this temporary

dark.”

— C.Birde, 12/20

Dark Descending — A Poem

A room in darkness, seen through a layer of branch's shadows from outside.
“Dark” — C.Birde, 12/20

I feel it…

the slow creep

of oblique melancholia

that seeps beneath

the skin

as daylight slips,

eclipsed by dark.

Hours dim and dwindle,

smudged from each day’s

steady transit.

Hoarded light reclines

toward torpor,

awaits eventual

rebirth,

while in the interim,

I feel –

oh so keenly –

its very

dearth.

— C.Birde, 12/20