“When
the slow greening
calls,”
— arms extended,
she spread
her budding,
blooming
veil –
“what choice
have you
but to
answer?”
— C.Birde, 5/21
The Greening — An Image
Swoon — A Poem
Lilac perfume
& swoon
of chartreuse,
pollen-ed
air…
A-swim
& stippled in
Spring’s ritual
laving…
Every pore
aware.
— C.Birde, 5/21
Apollo — A Dream
Hurled,
I hurtle
past all known limits,
past boundaries prescribed
by time & role & habit
Breaking through
Breaking out
to soar
past cosmic clouds &
dust-filled nebulae
of scintillate light
God of Sun —
of Truth & Prophecy,
of Poetry, Music, Dance,
& Archery
My trajectory charts
the collapse of Time
in adrenaline speed
I am Apollo
What have I to fear?
Yet, I tremble…
tremble in unease
that the eyes of those
who hurled me forth
might glimpse the light
that sheens & skims
reflective on
my polished skin
That to catch their eye,
their vigilant attention,
might reel me
back
& in…
— C.Birde, 5/21
In Pink — An Image
“I am,”
she said
with sly smile
& wink,
“quite literally
living in the
(yellow-white-violet)
pink…”
— C.Birde, 4/2
YouthFrill — A Poem
New growth
on old wood –
tender green,
delicate
and
frilled –
Living proof
that youth
belongs not
solely
to the young,
but
to all those
who begin
anew.
— C.Birde, 4/21
Entrusted — An Image
“Yes,
I know…”
Even as she spoke,
her infinite heart
entrusted its pulse
to all things.
“O, yes,
I’ve missed you,
too.”
— C.Birde, 4/21
Wisp — A Poem
Pale wisp
of breath,
of life,
that I am
Petal-filled
with Spring,
with drifts
of redbud
& cherry,
crabapple
& quince
Pray, do not
restrict me
to such
narrow space
of heart
that I fade
from memory
upon
exhalation.
— C.Birde, 4/21
Eviction — A Dream
Evicted.
Expelled.
Dispossessed
of that old house
on the hill.
Three stories
of tilting timeworn
clapboard
& peeling paint
flaking over tired
green grass.
Seize it. Take it.
And welcome.
It matters not at all.
For in the moonless
night-spangled
dark,
I moved (removed),
like guileless wind,
all small & coveted
prized possessions –
a whole life’s worth
of work & soul
& pulsing wounded
heart –
to the small brown
bungalow nested
oh-so-sweetly
in the valley
below.
— C.Birde, 4/21
Green-Tongued Song — An Image
“Sing with me”,
she trilled,
“our tongues curling
‘round each fleet,
green note;
‘round the tender sound
of each new leaf
unfurling…”
— C.Birde, 4/21
Gift of Spring — A Poem
Spring —
season
of promise and
uncertainty;
that green-frilled,
pink-budding gift,
waiting
to be
o
p
e
n
e
d.
— C.Birde, 4/21