Long awaited.
Realized,
recognized
– at last –
in quickening
earth
(beat & breath of loamy
heart),
resurgent
song
(trill & tremor in airborne
throats),
in bud and flower
and greening
leaf
(stretch & shift toward expanding
light).
Spring arrives
– gift-wrapped –
on our
doorsteps.
Compose your
thank-yous accordingly.
Address them
to each
blushing hour,
each mischief curl
of breeze.
— C.Birde, 3/19
Spring called
the other day…
tapped at the door
with birdsong fingers,
fogged the glass
with promises
and lilac-scented
breath…
then vanished.
I hear her laughter
lift from slow-
thawing
earth.
— C.Birde, 3/19
Abide —
The cardinal sings
& daylight lingers
& the earth’s crust
quivers
with small green unborn
things…
Spring
is on
Her
way.
— C.Birde, 3/19
friction of
transition
dark to light
translation
of earth
from hibernation
to waking
manifestation of
latent creative
energies.
March is
all this,
and narcissus,
too.
— C.Birde, 3/19
The way
we address obstacles
reveals
— in degrees —
our Soul’s wisdom
or infancy.
— C.Birde, 3/19
Angry wind,
hungry wind –
wresting fealty
from trunk
and limb
and ragged
crown.
Inside,
ignore serrated
howls…
Count each
breath –
one in,
one out.
For each limb
sundered,
plucked, and
tossed —
in one,
out one,
outward and
unbounded.
Bless
the sheltering
trees.
— C.Birde, 2/19
No one
marks Time
like
Nature.
— C.Birde, 2/19
We sang our way
to the everglades —
earth and water
unfolding,
enfolding;
lungs full of endless sky.
And the landscape
sang chorus —
forever,
forever,
foreverglades.
— C.Birde, 2/19
Come.
We’ll distill tree shadow
and bird song
and slips of moonlight
to perfume our days,
our dreams.
— C.Birde, 1/19
Remember
when we stood beneath
the great spruce,
faces tilted upward,
hands lifted to catch
their rough laughter
as it fell –
heavy as pinecones,
bright as crescents of
moonlight –
from those vast,
outstretched limbs?
Six years gone,
the tree cradles silence;
the absence echoes
forward.
We wait below;
patient;
hands
empty.
— C.Birde, 1/19