In motion join —
Peace,
Love,
&
Nature.
— C.Birde, 1/17
Symbols — An Image
Ice Rings — An Image
Warming air
dimples
the reservoir’s skin
in circles
indecipherable —
countless milky rings
scattered
over
ice.
— C.Birde, 1/17
Occluded Eye — A Poem
Bleary smudge of sun…
Pale
occluded eye
caught
within the
Winter sky’s
expanse
and —
blinking —
hints
at all
to come.
— C.Birde, 1/17
Crow Bows in Greenwood — An Image
At ease with winged shadow and
Winter’s long,
slow,
indrawn breath —
Crow bows in Greenwood Cemetery.
— C.Birde, 1/17
Four Sisters at Solstice — An Image
I came upon them
while they linked limbs
in graceful ascension —
the Four Sisters,
patiently summoning
Winter Solstice
light.
— C.Birde, 12/16
Solstice — A Poem
Is it sweetest as
it fades?
When the dark,
expanded,
nips at its heels
and seals
our eyelids,
stills our tongues?
The balance slips.
Night swallows,
extends
a groping hand.
Curl and kneel
in tumbled dark,
humbled beneath
the weight
of bright memory,
the long, dark, starlit
night a stole
about bowed shoulders.
Breathe and wait.
Be Patient.
Already,
the Light
returns.
— C.Birde, 12/16
Elder Maple — An Image
Limbs stretched,
pinned to luminous
late-Autumn sky,
He offers no complaint.
— C.Birde, 12/16
Sky-High Grasses — An Image
Like pale, slim blades
of sunlight,
dried Autumn grasses
stretch skyward
and bow their heads
to chilling winds.
— C.Birde, 12/16
Phases — A Poem
Twin-horned
crescent Moon,
bright curve of line
pressed
against the sky;
a wink,
a knowing smile,
worn within
the heart’s
still-beating chambers.
Crone and maiden both.
There is
no
dilemma.
— C.Birde, 12/16
Moss Portrait — An Image
Moss —
tiny, ancient, uncomplicated;
toiling underfoot to
build soil and
purify air.
We tread in thunder,
unaware.
— C.Birde, 12/16