With the weight
of Winter
& the recent year
still present,
she says:
“Look —
I bring you
crocuses…”
— C.Birde, 3/21
Welcome — An Image
Gasp…! — An Image
In the breath of time
she had graced
this precious Earth,
she had witnessed
the unimaginable…
— C.Birde, 8/20
Timepiece — Images
“Do you have the time?”
I asked.
He shook his head,
continued walking.
“Rats,” I sighed.
“…I think my four-o-clocks
are slow…”
— C.Birde, 7/20
Footlights — An Image
Bright-eyed
asters,
starry-eyed
asters –
perennial footlights
to Autumn’s
drama.
— C.Birde, 10/19
Wildflowers — Images
Autumn
wildflowers,
adrift
in green frills,
bid
the sweetest,
the fondest
of all
farewells.
— C.Birde, 10/19
Thistle — An Image
She colored
her hair pink &
dressed herself
in thorns.
She welcomed;
she warned.
.
.
.
— C.Birde, 7/19
Kiss — An Image
A parting kiss
— softly blown —
eases heartbreak
&
farewells.
.
.
.
— C.Birde, 6/19
All — An Image
She
sows her seeds
deep within
us
where they may
bloom,
safeguarded
from the blades
of language.
All
we must do
is listen.
— C.Birde, 6/19
Peony — An Image
Lemon-
scented antique,
frills pleated with perfume —
I breathe.
— C.Birde, 5/19
Bud & Bloom — A Poem
Set.
Not yet,
but soon to be;
the bud unfolds eventually;
achieves full bloom in
its own time,
urged on neither
by you
nor
I.
.
.
.
— C.Birde, 5/19
