Not looking,
I discovered.
Returning,
I searched.
And now,
I wonder
what wonders
I missed
in my
deliberate
pursuit.
— C.Birde, 6/16
Pursuit — A Poem
Tree Door — An Image
I followed that winged and scintillating procession through the wood,
careful of my distance.
While I struggled
to keep my footsteps
to myself,
they seemed to
drift over the earth,
unfettered.
When I made my way
around that ancient
tree,
they had vanished
through a door
in its trunk.
Next Solstice, I will not lose them. I will follow to that other place.
— C.Birde, 6/16
The Lavender, Unadorned — A Poem
Once,
not long ago,
the lavender hedge hummed
and trembled,
the foxgloves’ narrow,
yellow throats were lodged
with bees.
Silence, now.
Unadorned absence.
Where is the bee’s champion?
Their Rachel Carson?
When will we exchange
our short-sighted mantra
of “not-our-fault”
for “how-can-we-help”?
And,
in so doing —
in helping these small,
industrious creatures —
help
ourselves?
— C.Birde, 6/16
