Though
I tried I
could not find
her
for the depth of
snow that had
fallen…
— C.Birde, 2/21
Though
I tried I
could not find
her
for the depth of
snow that had
fallen…
— C.Birde, 2/21
“I shall bury myself
beneath blankets
white & deep…”
Her voice —
adrift,
muffled,
indistinct.
“& begin
to dream spring
into being…”
— C.Birde, 2/21
— C.Birde, 2/21
“Light returns!”
Her voice glittered
on the wind’s bladed edge.
“Feed your heartfire
on this everlasting
hope.”
— C.Birde, 1/21
Peeled away
That tousled,
tumbled veil of leaves
A verdant memory left –
like a puff of breath –
clinging
to the form beneath
Imperfection,
rough beauty, &
strength laid bare
All manifestations
exposed
Revealed —
like prayer —
by the cold,
spare,
bone-bare,
honest touch
of Winter.
— C.Birde, 1/21
Longest, darkest night
Sun stopped, soul stretched,
wing-tipped in slow glide
toward Winter
Lips recite a thousand
half-recalled names of light
Hands clasp a telling dark
shot through with promise
& promise & promises
commingled in this slimmest
slip of slim hours.
— C.Birde, 12/20
Curl up
in January’s moon-soaked,
star-swept
arms…
Pull the deep-piled
nights
to chin height…
And slumber,
recuperate,
dream.
— C.Birde, 1/19
On this,
the year’s longest
night,
the tide of dark
steps to the edge,
reverses course
t
o
w
a
r
d
light.
— C.Birde, 12/18
Despite the calendar’s
declaration,
snow dusts
the crocus’ tight-
furled
petals.
— C.Birde, 4/18
A toiling, long
March —
uphill,
through snow
churned and seamless —
to greet ephemeral
Spring.
— C.Birde, 4/18