Air,
churned in a blur
and stir of wings;
the back yard darkens.
Comedic clatter
of squawks and hiccups
and slide-whistle song.
The starlings arrive —
collect an offering
of days’ old cornbread
scattered —
like fool’s gold —
in haphazard pattern
over broken snow.
Goldenrod legs and
stiletto beaks
stalk and stab each
crumb until,
as one,
the flock lifts
in unpredicted tide
of departure.
— C.Birde, 1/18
No two snowflakes
are alike,
nor sunsets,
nor heartbreaks —
Yet…
We insist on
confining each other
to small and
ill-fitting
boxes.
— C.Birde, 1/18
To those
of timid nature —
kind-hearted,
gentle-souled
apart —
who inch along the perimeter
between here and there,
just beyond the warmth
of belonging…
wondering…
I hear you.
I see you.
Our hearts beat
the same
a n x i o u s
rhythm.
— C.Birde, 1/18
Sing softly,
sweetly to Winter –
that bare-boned,
pared-raw
season of ragged echoes.
Curl your lips round
the North wind,
round those clear
bright notes,
and,
with sweet ardor,
sing.
— C.Birde, 1/9/18
The bright light
and clarity
of today
does not obscure
the trials
of yesterday.
— C.Birde, 1/18
Moon chased —
pearl bloom crooning
from night’s left shoulder.
Chaste Moon.
— C.Birde, 1/18
Reflect,
refract,
and shatter
yesterday’s
delusions,
the distractions
that delay progress
toward love entire.
Reflect,
refract,
and scatter
light and love,
boundless and
unfettered.
— C.Birde, 12/17
Tuck me in to sleep and dream,
away, out of the way, deep in
green-souled memory ticking
with the patter of small claws,
insects’ wings’ clatter, the rill
and trill of rain and breeze and
bird song, in warmth, in safety,
tuck me in embrace until the
deep dark fold of Winter has
passed.
— C.Birde, 12/17
May we
invite Love to
saturate all we do;
to light our way when we stumble,
stray.
— C.Birde, 12/17
Dark
chews,
gnaws,
swallows day,
minute by hour,
bit by
bit by
bite,
and, in so doing,
clears the path
for Winter,
marks a
return
to light.
— C.Birde, 12/17