
Winter wind
and
light,
strained through
needle
and
compact cone,
bear
the Ocean’s
breath.
— C.Birde, 2/17

Winter wind
and
light,
strained through
needle
and
compact cone,
bear
the Ocean’s
breath.
— C.Birde, 2/17

Scythe of Winter —
wind that lashes,
scours,
cleans;
sweeps the path
clear
of excess;
prepares space
for tender,
new
growth.
— C.Birde, 2/17

Winter arrived —
fashionably late —
and spread her
glittering,
white-trimmed mantle
without haste,
so all observing
might recall,
in awe,
her beauty.
— C.Birde, 2/17


Whether kind
or cruel,
helpful
or hindrance,
generous
or self-serving,
compassionate
or hard-hearted,
Whether we include
or isolate,
build bridges
or erect walls,
We experience mortality
in union
with all
creatures.
And the shadows
we cast
betray
our
actions.
— C.Birde, 2/17

Dawn arrives,
despite the wounds,
the worry.
An invitation
to renew hope,
to begin
again.
— C.Birde, 2/17

Yesterday,
it snowed —
one inch,
two,
of thick white
flakes
so softly laid.
Yet today,
the blades
of fallow grass
thrust
through.
— C.Birde, 2/17


Venerable Red Oak,
left undisturbed,
allowed
space and time
to stretch roots,
limbs,
trunk,
to grow
old.
— C.Birde, 1/17

In motion join —
Peace,
Love,
&
Nature.
— C.Birde, 1/17

Warming air
dimples
the reservoir’s skin
in circles
indecipherable —
countless milky rings
scattered
over
ice.
— C.Birde, 1/17

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