Curl up
in January’s moon-soaked,
star-swept
arms…
Pull the deep-piled
nights
to chin height…
And slumber,
recuperate,
dream.
— C.Birde, 1/19
Renewal — An Image
New, Anew — A Poem
New day,
New Year,
dressed in
yesterday’s dust
and glamor.
Extend
an open hand,
an open mind,
an open heart
in greeting.
— C.Birde, 1/19
Winter Solstice — An Image
On this,
the year’s longest
night,
the tide of dark
steps to the edge,
reverses course
t
o
w
a
r
d
light.
— C.Birde, 12/18
Small Souls — A Poem
Scatter seed —
feed the small souls
scratching for survival
through dreams of
warmer days and
last season’s
leaf litter.
Scatter the seeds
of kindness.
Harvest songs
of
love.
— C.Birde, 12/18
Violet — An Image
The foothills
filled with mist
and the crest
wore a crown of trees
and the light shone
softly,
softly
while I roved
a violet
dream.
— C.Birde, 12/18
Heart Space — A Poem
Ring —
like a struck bell;
like a cup
emptied of all
its yesterdays —
in resounding vibration,
in clear invitation to
that sacred,
hollowed,
hallowed
heart space
within.
— C.Birde, 12/18
Illusion — An Image
Observed directly,
the fabric
of illusion
— like a dream —
ripples,
s l e w s,
slips…
— C.Birde, 12/18
Limits — A Poem
Concealing,
revealing in equal turns,
the length and breadth
of night extends
its reach,
paints the lonesome
oaks —
bereft of leaves —
in silence…
Feeling our way
to the edges of that
darkened,
incurious landscape —
heeding, perhaps,
the dormant promise
of dreams and rest and
contemplation —
we hold aloft spheres
of shivering,
self-limiting light,
fearful of what we might
discover.
— C.Birde, 11/18
Enticed — An Image
Desired or
not —
sheen and color
call attention,
while thorns
discourage
t
o
u
c
h
.
— C.Birde, 11/18
The Swans — A Poem
Four white bodies,
whiter
than Autumn snow;
sleek and blemishless
and smooth
as the far horizon;
extending,
reaching,
stretching,
and –
with each near-silent,
muscular stroke –
beating
brisk air
to cream.
— C.Birde, 11/18