My approach shuffled
the leaves
of last Autumn &
unearthed
new Spring robins.
— C.Birde, 3/25
Robins — A Poem
Chains — A Poem
If you must wear chains,
my dear,
about your neck,
your wrists,
let them be of spring Andromeda —
light, lipped, sweetly fragrant,
& tinkling with wind’s caress.
— C.Birde, 3/25
The Greening — An Image
“When
the slow greening
calls,”
— arms extended,
she spread
her budding,
blooming
veil –
“what choice
have you
but to
answer?”
— C.Birde, 5/21
Chimera — A Poem
Clad
in admiralty blue,
rank dabbed and denoted
in white and black,
he clutches,
in an executioner’s grip,
the limp featherless form
still pinked with the breath
of recent life.
Cloaked
in delft and gray,
eyes bright with a
sunset captured,
she is pursued and scolded.
And I,
a witness apart,
must remind myself –
there is
no malice present,
nor joy
in the other’s suffering.
There are
no monsters
here.
— C.Birde, 5/17
March — A Poem
March –
Mars,
Martius –
Caught betwixt
winter and spring,
hurling crocuses one day,
storm-born snow the next.
A month at odds
with itself,
conquest and
new growth
folded into
its very
name.
— C.Birde, 3/17
