Last Day of February — A Poem

artfully altered photo of snow covered hedge, tree, and lawn.
“February Snow” — C.Birde, 2/23

February

snowfall

f

  a

     l

         l

falling down

d

  o

     w

        n

down white

molt

of Winter’s

wings.

— C.Birde, 2/23

Wishing — A Poem

A close-up photo of a thick growth of green moss.
“Moss” — C.Birde, 2/23

Would that the deep

green moss grew

ever underfoot

to soften the fall

of each wayward

        step.

— C.Birde, 2/23

Heartfound — A Poem

“Heartfound” — C.Birde, 2/23

I scatter seed

small birds gather

pieces of my heart.

— C.Birde, 2/23

Little Hawk — A Poem

“Perch” — C.Birde, 2/23

Heard

     before seen,

that bird of prey

small Hawk perched

atop bare maple

Seen

     before felt,

the lift & dive,

wings stretched wide

in flight

Felt

     before known —

Ribs’ cage, opened

Muscled heart, unlocked

Patience,

perspective,

awareness invited

in.

— C.Birde, 2/23

Walk Like Water — A Poem

A photo of a white egret walking along the ocean's edge.
“Water’s Edge” — C.Birde, 1/22

Walk

  like water

    river-spined

     ocean-hipped

      heart

    a steady beat

  within its grotto,

sheltered

  each step,

    each stride,

      a rain-softened

    footfall

  arms

shore-aligned

  welcoming

    the full tide

      of becoming…

— C.Birde, 1/23

Dis/Belief — A Poem

A photo of green daffodil blade tips emerging from January's soil...
“First Daffodils” — C.Birde, 1/23

Reality

unfolds around us,

but we hide

our flowered heads

in denial.

Daffodils

in January…

— C.Birde, 1/23

HoliDays — A Poem

An abstract photograph of light and color.
“New Year’s Eve” — C.Birde, 12/22

The holidays…

That spill & wash

of extremes –

everything &

     nothing,

chaos &

     silence,

crowds &

     isolation,

bright light &

     healing dark…

The holidays –

that span of time

that left me

on the far shore

of Self,

      breathless,

     disoriented,

     & stumbling –

have past,

& I have again,

at last regained

the holiness

of my

      own

          steps.

— C.Birde, 1/23

Winter Blues — a Poem

An artfully altered photo of a Blue Jay feather.
“Blue” — C.Birde, 12/22

Oh, falling sky – pieces of blue

tipped black & white & falling

Crying bright reply to peanuts

clacking against dark shingles

& rattling aluminum gutters,

white painted.

Jay-filled sky in blue shadows

falling toward my outstretched

hand, emptied now, but hope-

          fueled.

— C.Birde, 12/22