Departure — Images

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“White Wood Aster” — C.Birde, 9/17

 

 

Decked

in white fringe,

gold tassels,

diagonals

of light,

late summer stirs

and

lingers,

reluctant to

depart.

 

— C.Birde, 9/17

 

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“Goldenrod” — C.Birde, 9/17

 

 

Finale — A Poem

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“Helianthus” — C.Birde, 8/17

 

Born

on the heels of

thunder,

when,

the evening prior,

the night sky

bloomed

with asters and

fiery

chrysanthemums.

A blaze of moments.

The season fades.

The psychic end

of summer.

 

— C.Birde, 9/6/17

Ruby-throat — A Poem

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“Salvia” — C.Birde, 8/17

 

 

 

The space,

so recently occupied,

still vibrates —

a scrap of atmosphere

stirred to warmth

by wings and pulse

beating too swift

to measure.

Stare —

cheek flush to heated air

where she speedily

unstitched the seams

of passing breeze

and slipped away,

like summer.

 

 

 

— C.Birde, 8/30/17

Icarus — An Image

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“Icarus” — C.Birde, 8/17

 

From a lofty height

he sang

a song of longing

and desire,

and when

— like Icarus —

he fell,

his wings of glass

and copper-threaded

wire

could not

s

a

v

e

him.

— C.Birde, 8/17

 

 

Eclipsed — A Poem

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“Eclipsed — Light Effect through Linden’s Leaves” — C.Birde, 8/17

 

Sly wink and glide,

she eludes

his fiery grasp,

and scatters

her Cheshire grin

in countless

bright crescents

to mark her passage.

No portents here.

Rather,

a coy,

lunar sway

as,

smoothly,

she slips before

his wide,

unblinking

eye.

— C.Birde, 8/17

 

 

Phase — An Image

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“Phase” — C.Birde, 8/17

 

He creeps amongst

the fennel stems,

content to nibble

fragrant, feathered

leaves.

He never dreams

of flight.

 

— C.Birde, 8/11/17

 

Blueberry Moon — A Poem

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“Blueberry Moon” — C.Birde, 8/17

 

Crickets sing

a tidal song —

legion notes united,

lapping one

against another.

Too close,

too rapid to measure

the hairsbreadth space

between,

to take the night’s

aural temperature.

But it is cool for August.

Pull the blankets up.

Listen –

The crickets’ evensong

washes

against thin-paned glass,

and bears

the swollen Moon

through

Her arching

transit.

 

— C.Birde, 8/17

 

Rumors — An Image

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“Asiatic Daylily” — C.Birde, 8/17

 

On the languid summer breeze,

carried by the breath of trees,

I heard a rumor —

that if one is patient enough

and still enough

for long enough,

the diminutive and dainty

Asiatic Daylily

will alight in one’s

outstretched palm

and sing.

Well worth the effort,

for its pitch

is perfect.

— C.Bird, 8/17

 

Mirages — A Poem

 

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“Expectation” — C.Birde, 8/2/17

 

Shrill summer —

heady spell of drama,

pushed and pulled

to extremes.

A full-throated

shout

of heat and light and

expectation,

swollen

beyond tolerance.

Cicadas rehearse

their one-note

chorus,

and sparrows leave

shallow depressions

beneath the hedge

to mark

their baths of dust.

Disconnected,

we hide and bemoan

the heat,

impoverished time,

our stillborn

dreams.

 

— C.Birde, 8/2/17

 

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“Dust Bath” — C.Birde, 8/2/17