He staggered.
The bees’ hummm…
The blooms’ slow sway
&
soft-tumbled scent
left
him
g i d d y.
— C.Birde, 8/19
Tumble — An Image
Crow’s Call — A Poem
Forlorn pulse
of sound,
two notes —
alone —
on repeat loop,
struck against
a summer sky,
gray and weighted
with rain
unshed.
I carry –
close,
close –
crescent slips
of your dark
new moon
song.
Oh,
lonesome crow,
I hear
you.
— C.Birde, 8/19
Stand — An Image
Drinking sunlight,
combing the wind
with hollow fingers,
they grew
tall & lean,
stretched &
stood &
prepared
to wander.
— C.Birde, 8/19
Thistle — An Image
She colored
her hair pink &
dressed herself
in thorns.
She welcomed;
she warned.
.
.
.
— C.Birde, 7/19
Cicadasong — A Poem
Tymbol roar in treetops’
tossing crowns…
Soloists joined in chorus,
cycles converging
– annual, periodic –
indifferent to expectation;
pausing only to sip
hot nectar of oak and ash,
willow and maple,
between careless verse of
antique songs
– skyward, tossed –
to the panting, radiant
dog star.
— C.Birde, 7/19
Queenly — An Image
She left her things —
cobweb handkerchiefs;
delicate garments
of lace —
strewn about
within hedges,
at roadsides,
in sweet cottage
garden
beds.
So it is
with
Queens.
— C.Birde, 7/19
Overwhelmed — An Image
The world will
overwhelm…
Protect your heart
& dreams
& spirit —
surround your Self
in
love.
— C.Birde, 7/19
Crowd — An Image
Crowd close…
Gather ’round…
Hush…
The tale
begins…
— C.Birde, 7/19
Persistence — A Poem
A triangulation
of squirrels
moon-white bellies
pressed
to cooling grass,
deliberates.
Slide-rule minds
consider
pergola
baffle
wind’s speed & direction.
Firctionless limbs
(five per each)
unaffected by
gravity
space
time.
A persistence
of squirrels
calculating
climbing
flying
empties the feeder
in ten minutes
flat.
— C.Birde, 7/19
Connection — Images
Follow me
through the garden
and
I’ll feed you
all the peanuts
my pockets
can hold.
— C.Birde, 6/19
