
She let go
despair,
& the Moon
kissed her brow,
smoothed her hair,
filled her
entirely
with
l i g h t.
— C.Birde, 12/19

She let go
despair,
& the Moon
kissed her brow,
smoothed her hair,
filled her
entirely
with
l i g h t.
— C.Birde, 12/19

The lines dipped,
converged
with their weight
of birds
strung like beads,
like notes unsung.
We pass below,
unknowing.
— C.Birde, 12/19

So thoroughly
were they entwined,
they felt compelled
to ruthlessly
search out
&
declare
their ever-so-slight
differences.
— C.Birde, 12/19

We write
our message
in undulating script,
in swoops & swirls,
in disappearing
ink.
Look up.
Lookfeelhear.
Decipher our plumed
& urgent patterns.
Lookfeelhear
our passage.
Mark our departure
& our absence.
Our pennate cycles
intersect & weave
as
o n e.
— C.Birde, 11/19


She had known,
in her life,
both grief & joy;
and
lifted her limbs,
— interlaced, interwoven —
in hope
exultant.
— C.Birde, 11/19

How
to clasp joy
in this world
of aching
loss?
Of bees and birds
of breath
of birds and bees
of life
Exchange
your salt shaker for
wildflower seeds
Cast aside
your blind and grudging
stones
Create
a sacred space
for the fierce impossibility of
feather
flesh and
bone
Feed two birds
with clear eyes and
hopeful heart,
with one open,
widespread
palm.
— C.Birde, 11/19

She had had
the impression,
she realized —
with the chill wind
against her
cheek
&
the leaves’
trembling refusal
to let go —
that it all
should last
l
o
n
g
e
r.
— C.Birde, 11/19

“Fall with me,”
she said.
“We’ll drift
— lightly, carelessly —
& lay
the foundations
of
earthbound
beauty.”
— C.Birde, 11/19

Little by little,
she let go
the past
&
freed herself
to the
light.
— C.Birde,10/19

Autumn light –
tea-stained
honeyed
steeped
in maple,
ash and
hickory
burnished
gold and
poured through
branch and
leaf and
limb into
our hollowed
hallowed
hands.
Drink
up.
— C.Birde, 10/19