Blush
of pink,
palely reflected
in down-turned
petals,
conceals this
persistent
awkwardness
of being.
— C.Birde, 5/23
Blush
of pink,
palely reflected
in down-turned
petals,
conceals this
persistent
awkwardness
of being.
— C.Birde, 5/23
Farewell
to green-fringed
sheltering limbs…
The hole hewn
from the gray sky,
where you stood
a hundred years,
cannot contain
your absence.
— C.Birde, 5/23
Falls,
fallen,
falling down
d
o
w
n
into the depths
of self.
— C.Birde, 4/23
Chains…
of Andromeda,
broken
into bloom.
— C.Birde, 3/23
After winter’s long
monochrome,
this cup of winged
spring light —
a revelation.
— C.Birde, 3/23
Would that the deep
green moss grew
ever underfoot
to soften the fall
of each wayward
step.
— C.Birde, 2/23
I scatter seed
small birds gather
pieces of my heart.
— C.Birde, 2/23
Heard
before seen,
that bird of prey
small Hawk perched
atop bare maple
Seen
before felt,
the lift & dive,
wings stretched wide
in flight
Felt
before known —
Ribs’ cage, opened
Muscled heart, unlocked
Patience,
perspective,
awareness invited
in.
— C.Birde, 2/23
Walk
like water
river-spined
ocean-hipped
heart
a steady beat
within its grotto,
sheltered
each step,
each stride,
a rain-softened
footfall
arms
shore-aligned
welcoming
the full tide
of becoming…
— C.Birde, 1/23
Run, run, run
run free,
unfettered by mortality’s
pale restraints as,
when first we met,
you ran,
Electron made flesh
in four fleet paws that,
for seventeen years,
obliged earth’s gravity
in jovial orbit.
Run, run, run
run free with yip &
click & jingle, & leave us,
dear Josie,
to the heartbreak
& surreality of your
departure.
— C.Birde, 10/22