The trees’
weight of blackbirds
has diminished today;
the sky, less darkly rivered with
motion.
— C.Birde, 11/17
Flight — A Poem
Sassafrass Tea — An Image
I’ll brew a tea
of young sassafras
roots,
and we’ll sit together
at their elders’
knees,
warm our hands
on our brimming
cups, and sip
sweet
Autumn.
— C.Birde, 11/17
Truth — An Image
Truth
is a
tree in the wood —
roots and boughs lead to one
trunk.
— C.Birde, 11/17
Be-Fog — An Image
A drape
of fog conceals
our wounds,
our scars;
Keeps our secrets
s a f e,
hides our small
and honest
shames.
— C.Birde, 11/17
Chlorophyl Dream — A Poem
Autumn, looking up in Greenwood Cemetery, Boonton, as the trees shift color beneath the sun’s eye.
Continue readingUnveil — A Poem
This eve
the veil between
the worlds grows thin — night jars
and damsel flies hearthside and safe
again.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Illumine — An Image
Crowned in light,
sun-polished —
Hickory,
Autumn’s broad-leafed
beacon.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Elixir — A Poem
Drift and
curl of light and
leaf in rose-water hues
flatter any who fall beneath
their spell.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Black Locust — An Image
Stretched
to catch inclined light
in half-leafed limbs —
Tree hugs sky.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Forecast — An Image
Thirteen
striped bands –
black and autumn red.
Thirteen weeks
of winter.
But he intends
no forecast,
searches out
some snug spot
beneath bark or
stone or
fallen tree
under which to
curl and weather
anticipated
freeze.
— C.Birde, 10/6/17