Sunlight, sweet-sliced,
slipped between teeth
& tongue,
this magic fruit
In June a promise made,
fulfilled, consumed
in August heat.
— C.Birde, 8/25
Peach — A Poem
Dogwood — A Poem
Dogwood…
or wouldn’t (as it might),
each night arranging
patterned blooms in hues
best known by morning’s
light.
— C.Birde, 5/25
Small Frills — A Poem
Frilled
in pink blossoms,
my heart —
a flowering cherry —
invites bees &
kinglets &
nesting robins.
— C.Birde, 4/25
Narcissus in Spring — A Poem
Touched
by light & shadow,
the pattern repeats,
reveals our slow
surprise.
— C.Birde, 4/25
Robins — A Poem
My approach shuffled
the leaves
of last Autumn &
unearthed
new Spring robins.
— C.Birde, 3/25
Knowing — A Poem
She knows —
deeply knows & remembers,
all & always —
while we stumble into forgetting,
ever in need of timely,
earthly reminding.
— C.Birde, 3/25
Snow — A Poem
Enough for a fresh start,
to restore the whole,
to fill in the marks made
yesterday,
& to start over —
again.
–C.Birde
Song
“Norway Maple in Winter” — C.Birde
Song of dormant flowers,
of bare-limbed trees,
of winter light stroked
in rainbows across
the ceiling.
— C.Birde, 1/25
“Rainbows” — C.Birde, 1/25
Duck — A Poem
Duck the arch,
the vined curtain blooming
red
seen
only from the farther side…
Enter softly,
keep
the secret of your approach
in your pocket
lest the idyll vanish wholly
with an eager, errant
footfall.
— C.Birde, 5/24
Small… — A Poem
Small
in a vast world,
& aware of her diminutive size
No bravado here
Alert & wary
Yet ready to trust
when approached with
patience & kindness.
We’ve all been her.
— C.Birde, 5/24