If you must wear chains,
my dear,
about your neck,
your wrists,
let them be of spring Andromeda —
light, lipped, sweetly fragrant,
& tinkling with wind’s caress.
— C.Birde, 3/25
Chains — A Poem
Snow — A Poem
Enough for a fresh start,
to restore the whole,
to fill in the marks made
yesterday,
& to start over —
again.
–C.Birde
Song
“Norway Maple in Winter” — C.Birde
Song of dormant flowers,
of bare-limbed trees,
of winter light stroked
in rainbows across
the ceiling.
— C.Birde, 1/25
“Rainbows” — C.Birde, 1/25
Humm… — A Poem
“Bee Tongue” — C.Birde, 9/24
Humm of a hundred
bees…
My garden is a mess…
Contentment lives
here.
— C.Birde, 10/24
Moss & Rain — A Poem
Dressed
in green-moss velvet
I’ll drink soft rain,
limbs lifted toward
its falling.
— C.Birde, 8/24