Hands clasped,
she peers past
slender fingers
with the largest,
warmest,
brownest
eye.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Clasp — An Image
Fringe — An Image
Benefits,
elements,
lunatics,
& surreys –
all improved
with a touch
of fringe.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Longing — A Poem
With ladder, broom,
and twine,
we train —
the vines and I;
together climb
toward light,
extend and weave,
tendrils seeking,
inch by precious inch,
height and purchase,
something solid
on which to cling
in our abiding
search.
— C.Birde, 6/18
Perfume — A Poem
The air
so sweet in June,
perfumed, anointed in
mock orange and honeysuckle
bloom — breathe.
— C.Birde, 6/18
Spurs — An Image
She wears
her curl-tipped
spurs
discreetly tucked
beneath her frock’s
hem —
just in case.
— C.Birde, 6/18
Boom — An Image
Fuchsia boom of
azalea bloom —
explosion of
day-glo colors,
tattered
by wind and
pelting rain,
petals bruised
and gone
in a day.
— C.Birde, 5/18
Smitten — An Image
With each bud
and bloom
and bead of rain
and light,
Spring saturates
the senses,
leaves me
smitten.
— C.Birde, 4/18
Riot — A Poem
Those few and
too short
weeks of Spring —
a-brim
with mirth —
when all
beneath
the greening skin
is laughter.
— C.Birde, 4/18
Beak & Hood — An Image
Thermogenic.
Content
in the company
of scavenging insects.
The lowly and marvelous
skunk cabbage
lifts beak and
mottle-hooded bloom
as –
year by year –
contractile roots drill
beyond its bed of mud
and deeper into
earth.
— C.Birde, 4/18
Confirmation — A Poem
A pair of crows –
fragments of night,
dark clad and
shining –
pluck the maple’s
red confetti
blooms.
Pass below.
Scatter robins
through last year’s
fallen leaves.
Bound and bonded
to earth,
accept the drift
of sooty corvid voices,
of scarlet petals –
blessings of slow
progress.
— C.Birde, 4/18