Walk with me
Our faces tilted
up and beaming
catching light &
Truth
free of the dawn
of personal desire
Flash of Oriel’s
tangerine breast
Red-winged
blackbird’s trill falls
from the dead tree’s
totem
Grasses sigh and,
blue-eyed,
stare
Walk with me,
two yards between,
our footsteps
praising earth
water
air
Frame of reference —
Truth cares not
Precludes
Includes
Remains.
— C.Birde, 5/20
She wore
a dress
of antique
pink
&
sang
to the fragrant,
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
rain.
— C.Birde, 5/20
“Unfold your
origami
heart…
Call my name;
I will hear…”
She smiled
in cherry blossoms,
in rain-soaked,
attentive
air.
“Even if you
w h i s p e r.”
— C.Birde, 5/20
With all that is &
is not currently
occurring, I find
myself drawn to
windows, closed;
staring outward,
sitting, waiting
for Gray Catbird’s
return.
— C.Birde, 4/20
“With patience,
I shall rain
on you,”
her voice swayed,
slantwise,
“like a thousand fingers,
gently drumming,
u n t i l
you
understand.”
— C.Birde, 4/20
“I bring you flowers,
from tight buds
unfolding…”
softly,
she spoke,
in breath perfumed
with violet &
hyacinth.
“Reminder
that change
can be
sweet.”
— C.Birde, 4/20
She inclined
her towering head –
sweetly perfumed &
crowned in
pink –
to the sweeter
Pink Moon
&
with a rustle,
with a gesture,
murmured,
“After you…”
— C.Birde, 4/20
I give my thoughts,
at dusk,
to the reservoir,
where they
sink &
settle &
thin
like dream,
like life.
— C.Birde, 4/20
And yet,
and yet…
in spite of all,
of everything…
Spring.
The world outside —
slowly,
gradually,
wakening in bud
and bloom,
in slow greening.
Earth,
shuddering
with birdsong;
spring-anointed
in glorious yellows,
in floral
exhilaration.
All the world,
a gift,
taking time
to breathe,
expand,
and
open.
— C.Birde, 4/20
“I will,”
her declaration —
first soft —
soon rose,
“wear cloth-of-gold,
come mist,
come sun,
come storm,”
she paused…
“I will wear
a sunlit
t r o v e.”
— C.Birde, 4/20