She colored
her hair pink &
dressed herself
in thorns.
She welcomed;
she warned.
.
.
.
— C.Birde, 7/19
Thistle — An Image
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
Scilla Blue — An Image
After brief discussion,
they each donned
their dear, little blue
frock coats
and went up-side
to see
for themselves…
— C.Birde, 4/19
Auspices — An Image
No one
marks Time
like
Nature.
— C.Birde, 2/19
Wands — An Image
These small, sweet wands —
liberally scattered
amongst leaf-fall and weeds;
at curbside and
humble margins —
are sufficient
for
magic.
— C.Birde, 10/18
Last Day of Summer — An Image
He wore the light
of the last day
of Summer
— in his hair —
like a
crown
ablaze.
— C.Birde, 9/18
Wyvern — An Image
Tomato
d r e a m s
of
dragons.
— C.Birde, 8/18