Sparrow — A Poem
Plume… — A Poem
Hum — A Poem
Departure — A Poem
Run, run, run
run free,
unfettered by mortality’s
pale restraints as,
when first we met,
you ran,
Electron made flesh
in four fleet paws that,
for seventeen years,
obliged earth’s gravity
in jovial orbit.
Run, run, run
run free with yip &
click & jingle, & leave us,
dear Josie,
to the heartbreak
& surreality of your
departure.
— C.Birde, 10/22
Crickets’ Song — A Poem
I could sleep
away the season’s end,
head upon this pillow
of bronze ferns
& oak leaves turned
the color of doeskin,
Cheek pressed
to this still-green bed
of moss as you sing
against my ear
Please, let me remain
undisturbed until
the heat has passed
Though this means
I must wait
another year to hear
your song.
— C.Birde, 9/22
Glove — A Dream
I wore,
on my right hand,
a glove of cicadas –
glittering,
shimmering,
whirring in patterns
improbable…
A glove of dialogue,
& movement,
& transformation
undeniable…
And when I tried
to release my hand,
my fingers,
of those shrill insects,
they clicked
& chittered
& shifted
& sang;
with buzzing intent,
they bit
& stung;
endured as one;
would not be
shaken off or free,
denied or dislodged,
but rather would
r e m a i n.
— C.Birde, 8/22
Endless — A Poem
Here — A Poem
Locusts
applaud
our efforts at the fringe
of pinetops & wind
set sharp against
the mountain’s
falling hip,
with thinned
& thinning blue sky
caught
about our crowns
& wildflowers
nodding,
sighing at our
earth-dusted feet –
“Yes,
oh, yes,
you’re truly
h e r e.”
— C.Birde, 8/22