
Peony speech arrives
perfumed in sunlight,
A profusion
of pink petticoats –
raindrop bruised –
bearing petal-tongued
poems to peace, love,
and beauty.
–C.Birde, 6/25

Peony speech arrives
perfumed in sunlight,
A profusion
of pink petticoats –
raindrop bruised –
bearing petal-tongued
poems to peace, love,
and beauty.
–C.Birde, 6/25
Dogwood…
or wouldn’t (as it might),
each night arranging
patterned blooms in hues
best known by morning’s
light.
— C.Birde, 5/25
Frilled
in pink blossoms,
my heart —
a flowering cherry —
invites bees &
kinglets &
nesting robins.
— C.Birde, 4/25
Touched
by light & shadow,
the pattern repeats,
reveals our slow
surprise.
— C.Birde, 4/25
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
“Bee Tongue” — C.Birde, 9/24
Humm of a hundred
bees…
My garden is a mess…
Contentment lives
here.
— C.Birde, 10/24