Mother Nature’s
blanket reminder
that even we
must rest —
Snow.
— C.Birde, 3/17
Mother Nature’s
blanket reminder
that even we
must rest —
Snow.
— C.Birde, 3/17
Earth’s bones —
rugged and worn —
harbor trees and leaf litter,
shadows and
history.
— C.Birde, 3/17
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
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
Thoughts roost –
blackbirds
in leafless trees at
sunrise,
gloss-winged and
catching light,
throats lodged
tight with
songs unsung
that fall
unheard,
discarded
as dried leaves
rusting softly
back to
earth.
— C.Birde, 10/16
Autumn rain —
a deep breath
after hectic Summer;
a vivid
and saturated
respite.
— C.Birde, 10/16
Intentions aside,
their bodies incise
the dry trail’s
dusted length
with their
desperate
search
for
m
o
i
s
t
u
r
e.
— C.Birde, 9/16
In a neighboring realm
stands a Toadthrone so grand,
the green grass is left to weave unshorn about it.
(And some secretly anticipate the royal personage
who must
hold court
there.)
— C.Birde, 8/16
Son, sun, and Summer
ease their way toward
absence —
I am well attuned
to the cycle.
And experience
has shown
it appears
far easier to leave
than it feels
to be
left.
— C.Birde, 8/16