Despite the calendar’s
declaration,
snow dusts
the crocus’ tight-
furled
petals.
— C.Birde, 4/18
Furled — An Image
Chime — An Image
Prepare
a path for Spring.
Ring all
the little bells
and greenling chimes
that She
might linger
— bloom and linger —
in the unfixed
margins
of spirit,
heart and
mind.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Snowbells — An Image
Snowbells bow
their slender heads
and chime
the time
of Winter’s
end.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Anemone — An Image
She floats —
golden-eyed,
in a blush of pink —
through the contracting
dream
of Summer.
— C.Birde, 9/17
Departure — Images
Decked
in white fringe,
gold tassels,
diagonals
of light,
late summer stirs
and
lingers,
reluctant to
depart.
— C.Birde, 9/17
Finale — A Poem
Born
on the heels of
thunder,
when,
the evening prior,
the night sky
bloomed
with asters and
fiery
chrysanthemums.
A blaze of moments.
The season fades.
The psychic end
of summer.
— C.Birde, 9/6/17
Rumors — An Image
On the languid summer breeze,
carried by the breath of trees,
I heard a rumor —
that if one is patient enough
and still enough
for long enough,
the diminutive and dainty
Asiatic Daylily
will alight in one’s
outstretched palm
and sing.
Well worth the effort,
for its pitch
is perfect.
— C.Bird, 8/17
Pendant — An Image
After the long night’s
dancing
beneath the full embrace
of moon,
She hung her slippers,
— pendant —
from the arching bough
to bloom —
dew-stitched slips
of ivory.
— C.Birde, 6/17
Bloom of Privet — An Image
Allowed to bloom
along the sidewalk,
the privet hedge spills
a white drift of blossoms
in a frill
of sweet scent.
— C.Birde, 6/17
Arisaema — An Image
Whatever you may call him —
Arisaema,
Bog onion,
Brown dragon,
Indian or Wild turnip,
American Wake robin —
Jack
is
back.
— C.Birde, 5/17