“I remember
when Winter met me
with a veil of frost,
a cloak of snow…”
She exhaled
a misted breath.
“Now,
He greets me
with a fall
of tears.”
— C.Birde, 2/22
Winter-ish — An Image
Freedom — A Poem
This morning,
at breakfast,
clad in green smoke,
Humming-girl paid
a visit and darted
between the fizz and
drizzle of gray rain,
unspattered.
Mid-air, she paused –
suggestion of form
and wings; an aura,
a blur –
to observe us encased
in our glass-walled
box.
We think ourselves
sovereign. Free.
Absurd.
In a breath and a wink,
she was
gone.
— C.Birde, 9/21
Will — An Image
“I will rain,
&
I will reign.”
Her voice
called storms
& stroked
stone.
“As
I
will.”
— C.Birde, 6/21
Rain — An Image
“I am the rain,”
her voice pattered
amongst the leaves,
“slaking & soaking,
praised & cursed.
I am a multitude –
of oceans,
of voices;
raising & eroding.”
She touched my face.
“I accept,”
she hushed,
“your tears.”
— C.Birde, 7/20
Fable — A Poem
Let
the rain
fall softly
soft
perfumed
mist of lilacs
hyacinths
anoint light-
sealed eyelids
that recall
call
to mind fabled
Edens lost &
painless-
ness.
— C.Birde, 4/20
Rain — An Image
“With patience,
I shall rain
on you,”
her voice swayed,
slantwise,
“like a thousand fingers,
gently drumming,
u n t i l
you
understand.”
— C.Birde, 4/20
Constriction — A Poem
Clouds
blur the horizon,
smudge
the crooked line
defining
here and there,
then and now.
Slowly,
the crows return
to roost
in the evergreen’s
upswept boughs,
their wings glossy,
inked with words
unwritten.
The sky inhales,
constricts and
saturates.
The rains will pour;
the dreaming
recommence.
The words
will
f
o
l
l
o
w .
— C.Birde, 7/17
Drench — An Image
The rain fell
with the impatience
of countless
drumming
fingers.
— C.Birde, 7/17
Reflect — An Image
Like rain falling,
f
a
l
l
e
n,
Memories collect
to dimple
the surface.
— C.Birde, 6/17
Trillium — An Image
Trillium waited
in the garden’s corner.
She smoothed the rain from her brow,
shook out her frock,
and —
in her own time,
in her own fashion —
joined
the
dance.
— C.Birde, 4/17