Despite the calendar’s
declaration,
snow dusts
the crocus’ tight-
furled
petals.
— C.Birde, 4/18
Furled — An Image
Snow March — An Image
A toiling, long
March —
uphill,
through snow
churned and seamless —
to greet ephemeral
Spring.
— C.Birde, 4/18
Winterbound — A Poem
Snowfall —
fallen,
falling.
Inches’ and layers’
accumulation,
accumulating.
Wait…
Breath held as trees,
beneath
their sudden burden,
bend
and songbirds’
courting chorus
cease.
The blessing
did not
hold.
We fold
beneath winter’s final
felling lash.
Begone.
Begone!
Appeased,
at last.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Linden Bears Snow — An Image
Two days past,
the snow fell hard
and fast.
We held
our breath
as venerable branches
cracked.
But the Linden
bore
its burden,
and through
its frosted limbs,
the light
recast.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Snowbells — An Image
Snowbells bow
their slender heads
and chime
the time
of Winter’s
end.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Rush/es — An Image
Rush…
or do not.
Linger.
Remain.
Taut,
blade-straight,
erect;
ear tuned
to hear
the rushes’
rasp and
whisper.
— C.Birde, 1/18
Wintersong — A Poem
Sing softly,
sweetly to Winter –
that bare-boned,
pared-raw
season of ragged echoes.
Curl your lips round
the North wind,
round those clear
bright notes,
and,
with sweet ardor,
sing.
— C.Birde, 1/9/18
Yesterday — An Image
The bright light
and clarity
of today
does not obscure
the trials
of yesterday.
— C.Birde, 1/18
Tuck Me In — A Poem
Tuck me in to sleep and dream,
away, out of the way, deep in
green-souled memory ticking
with the patter of small claws,
insects’ wings’ clatter, the rill
and trill of rain and breeze and
bird song, in warmth, in safety,
tuck me in embrace until the
deep dark fold of Winter has
passed.
— C.Birde, 12/17
Sated — A Poem
Dark
chews,
gnaws,
swallows day,
minute by hour,
bit by
bit by
bite,
and, in so doing,
clears the path
for Winter,
marks a
return
to light.
— C.Birde, 12/17