“I am,”
she said
with sly smile
& wink,
“quite literally
living in the
(yellow-white-violet)
pink…”
— C.Birde, 4/2
In Pink — An Image
Entrusted — An Image
“Yes,
I know…”
Even as she spoke,
her infinite heart
entrusted its pulse
to all things.
“O, yes,
I’ve missed you,
too.”
— C.Birde, 4/21
Yellow — An Image
“In yellow,
I rejoice,”
she swept her arms
wide as her
grin,
“You will see me
a’thrill
in each daffodil &
forsythia,
each dandelion &
goldfinch
returning.”
— C.Birde, 4/21
Daffodil Song — An Image
“I may weep &
lash out
in wind &
thunder,”
she placed
a wreath
of dappled light
upon my brow,
“but
I will always
sing to you again
in hyacinths &
daffodils.”
-- C.Birde, 4/21
Crocus Heart — A Poem
Crocus heart,
abloom
with the pulse
of Spring’s
footfall,
renewed.
Never cease
to beat
in this constricted
frame of thought
& sinew –
remain.
Always remain.
Forever wash
my gaze
in your vernal,
violet hue.
— C.Birde, 3/21
Welcome — An Image
With the weight
of Winter
& the recent year
still present,
she says:
“Look —
I bring you
crocuses…”
— C.Birde, 3/21
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
