Helianthus nods and smiles
beyond the window,
curious why I sit indoors
when I could be outside,
adorned in goldfinches
and bees.
— C. Birde, 9/16
Helianthus — Images
Black-Eyed Susan — An Image
I pause at the garden gate
to exchange brown-eyed glances
with Black-Eyed Susans.
— C.Birde, 8/16
Native Honeysuckle — Images
Planted to tempt hummingbirds,
native honeysuckle climbs and clambers
up over the garden arch,
wriggles amongst the privet,
stretches and tumbles unrestrained
in quest of sunlight.
Scarlet success on all counts.
— C.Birde, 7/16
Wildflower Bouquet — An Image
Yes. Let’s pause a bit,
and while you bow to inhale
the roses’ breath,
I’ll gather Fennel and Fleabane
and frothing Queen Anne’s Lace
to weave together —
a Summer Crown
to set upon your brow.
— C.Birde, 7/17
Sun-touched Garden — Images
Blazing July sun
flings spears of heat and light
as it advances through the garden.
— C.Birde, 7/16
Coneflower — An Image
Hypnotic whorl of Coneflower —
Floral expression
of Fibonacci’s Sequence.
— C.Birde, 6/16
The Lavender, Unadorned — A Poem
Once,
not long ago,
the lavender hedge hummed
and trembled,
the foxgloves’ narrow,
yellow throats were lodged
with bees.
Silence, now.
Unadorned absence.
Where is the bee’s champion?
Their Rachel Carson?
When will we exchange
our short-sighted mantra
of “not-our-fault”
for “how-can-we-help”?
And,
in so doing —
in helping these small,
industrious creatures —
help
ourselves?
— C.Birde, 6/16
Foxgloves — An Image
Foxgloves —
returned to their stems
and left to dry
by the garden gate.
— C.Birde, 6/16
Honeysuckle — Images
This honeysuckled air…
sweet enough to sip,
to draw that ethereal fragrance
— like a warmth —
over the tongue.
— C.Birde, 6/16
After the Dance — Images
The Moon wanes,
and the sprites have hung their dancing slippers
from the arch of Solomon’s Seal,
their moon-washed gowns and jackets
from the Bleeding Heart.
— C.Birde, 5/16
