Mother Nature’s
blanket reminder
that even we
must rest —
Snow.
— C.Birde, 3/17
Snow — An Image
March — A Poem
March –
Mars,
Martius –
Caught betwixt
winter and spring,
hurling crocuses one day,
storm-born snow the next.
A month at odds
with itself,
conquest and
new growth
folded into
its very
name.
— C.Birde, 3/17
Snowfall — An Image
She pulls
the blankets up,
tucks us in,
and encourages us —
just a little longer —
to rest.
— C.Birde, 3/17
Alliteration in S — An Image
Snow,
sand,
sea;
surf,
sky, and
shadow —
Alliteration in
sequential
steps.
— C.Birde, 2/17
Winter Light through Pines — An Image
Winter wind
and
light,
strained through
needle
and
compact cone,
bear
the Ocean’s
breath.
— C.Birde, 2/17
Winter’s Scythe — A Poem
Scythe of Winter —
wind that lashes,
scours,
cleans;
sweeps the path
clear
of excess;
prepares space
for tender,
new
growth.
— C.Birde, 2/17
All Winter in a Day — Images
Winter arrived —
fashionably late —
and spread her
glittering,
white-trimmed mantle
without haste,
so all observing
might recall,
in awe,
her beauty.
— C.Birde, 2/17
Sunrise — An Image
Dawn arrives,
despite the wounds,
the worry.
An invitation
to renew hope,
to begin
again.
— C.Birde, 2/17
Yesterday — A Poem
Yesterday,
it snowed —
one inch,
two,
of thick white
flakes
so softly laid.
Yet today,
the blades
of fallow grass
thrust
through.
— C.Birde, 2/17
Aged Red Oak — An Image
Venerable Red Oak,
left undisturbed,
allowed
space and time
to stretch roots,
limbs,
trunk,
to grow
old.
— C.Birde, 1/17