Wide awake,
in fully-present,
part-suspended state,
I dreamt of you –
from yesterday;
and thirty years ago.
From the many days
between.
Those images –
edges eased,
contours softened –
aligned,
one upon another.
Years —
meaningless;
momentous;
manifest.
Your smile,
your laugh –
so dear to me –
remain
unchanged.
— C.Birde
A drape
of fog conceals
our wounds,
our scars;
Keeps our secrets
s a f e,
hides our small
and honest
shames.
— C.Birde, 11/17
Autumn, looking up in Greenwood Cemetery, Boonton, as the trees shift color beneath the sun’s eye.
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This eve
the veil between
the worlds grows thin — night jars
and damsel flies hearthside and safe
again.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Crowned in light,
sun-polished —
Hickory,
Autumn’s broad-leafed
beacon.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Drift and
curl of light and
leaf in rose-water hues
flatter any who fall beneath
their spell.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Stretched
to catch inclined light
in half-leafed limbs —
Tree hugs sky.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Hearbeat
in cupped hands,
rapid as thought,
as flight.
Curl and prick
of yellow toes
against my palm.
An insubstantial weight,
scant as warbled light.
Years unravel,
molt,
a drift of feathers –
yellow, olive, white.
Unclasp my fingers’
cage and —
like a dream,
a song —
my heart has gone,
the bird has flown.
My hands’ hollow
refills with stirred air
and a moment
passed.
Overwhelmed,
I stand –
a-weep,
a-stir,
a-flutter.
Newly fledged,
remade
in
delight.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Hope,
like light,
flies in
through
the
g a p s.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Fallen,
folded.
Blue puddle of wings
and tail —
black-barred, white-tipped —
splashed on
the woodland floor.
Beak tucked
to feathered breast.
Perfection,
furled.
Earthbound.
Bear that elegy –
out,
away,
through green and yellow
leaf-filtered light.
Once-full-throated song —
a flutter,
a wound wedged
under wish-
bone.
— C.Birde, 10/17