That space —
just inside
the side door —
splashed with
January light…
Enough to lure
both cat and dog
to vie for
possession
of its gradually
narrowed wedge,
its bone-filling
memory,
of warmth.
— C.Birde, 1/17
That space —
just inside
the side door —
splashed with
January light…
Enough to lure
both cat and dog
to vie for
possession
of its gradually
narrowed wedge,
its bone-filling
memory,
of warmth.
— C.Birde, 1/17
Warming air
dimples
the reservoir’s skin
in circles
indecipherable —
countless milky rings
scattered
over
ice.
— C.Birde, 1/17
Bleary smudge of sun…
Pale
occluded eye
caught
within the
Winter sky’s
expanse
and —
blinking —
hints
at all
to come.
— C.Birde, 1/17
I came upon them
while they linked limbs
in graceful ascension —
the Four Sisters,
patiently summoning
Winter Solstice
light.
— C.Birde, 12/16
Is it sweetest as
it fades?
When the dark,
expanded,
nips at its heels
and seals
our eyelids,
stills our tongues?
The balance slips.
Night swallows,
extends
a groping hand.
Curl and kneel
in tumbled dark,
humbled beneath
the weight
of bright memory,
the long, dark, starlit
night a stole
about bowed shoulders.
Breathe and wait.
Be Patient.
Already,
the Light
returns.
— C.Birde, 12/16