“Bee Tongue” — C.Birde, 9/24
Humm of a hundred
bees…
My garden is a mess…
Contentment lives
here.
— C.Birde, 10/24
“Bee Tongue” — C.Birde, 9/24
Humm of a hundred
bees…
My garden is a mess…
Contentment lives
here.
— C.Birde, 10/24
Eyes
dragonfly wide
peering
asking:
why stand idly by
when with hearts
hands
minds unified
in kindness &
compassion
our world
we might entirely
redefine?
— C.Birde, 7/24
Duck the arch,
the vined curtain blooming
red
seen
only from the farther side…
Enter softly,
keep
the secret of your approach
in your pocket
lest the idyll vanish wholly
with an eager, errant
footfall.
— C.Birde, 5/24
Lilac dream –
each branch’s whole,
flowers within flowers unfolding
as dream within dream
recalled
forgotten
yet entirely dreamed,
perfumed, &
growing.
— C.Birde, 5/24
Chains…
of Andromeda,
broken
into bloom.
— C.Birde, 3/23
After winter’s long
monochrome,
this cup of winged
spring light —
a revelation.
— C.Birde, 3/23
Crocus…
Pulls focus
toward the slow-
opening gift
that is Spring.
— C.Birde, 3/23
Reality
unfolds around us,
but we hide
our flowered heads
in denial.
Daffodils
in January…
— C.Birde, 1/23
Plume
of light amongst
the blown seed heads
Bright
memory of self,
what is,
what was,
what again will be.
— C.Birde, 11/22
Clouds
of bee-pricked asters
hum
while your voice –
frilled in petals
& promises –
carries
beyond the window’s
tidy panes,
weaves
through the bloom
& sway of October’s
violaceous hue
And
though I reach
for you,
this separation –
seen,
unseen –
remains.
— C.Birde, 10/22