Fire flies…
Embers borne on
the tails of winged insects
etch our Fate on the night’s bowed back.
Fireflies.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Fire flies…
Embers borne on
the tails of winged insects
etch our Fate on the night’s bowed back.
Fireflies.
— C.Birde, 7/18
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
Void.
Expanse.
Boundless field of dark – inky, plush, coal-black. Pressed against eyelids. Consuming vision.
Light pricks — winks and blinks and scintillates. Golden, glittering. A multiplicity of individual, shivering stars within and against the dark — entering breath and pores, veins and mind.
Carry it.
Upon waking, carry it from dream, out into the world. Feed it to every word, every thought and action. Let it bloom in outstretched hands, shape tongue’s speech, heart’s beat.
Then everything,
— everything –
will shift…
Change…
Heal…
— C.Birde, 3/18
Reflect,
refract,
and shatter
yesterday’s
delusions,
the distractions
that delay progress
toward love entire.
Reflect,
refract,
and scatter
light and love,
boundless and
unfettered.
— C.Birde, 12/17
May we
invite Love to
saturate all we do;
to light our way when we stumble,
stray.
— C.Birde, 12/17
Dark
chews,
gnaws,
swallows day,
minute by hour,
bit by
bit by
bite,
and, in so doing,
clears the path
for Winter,
marks a
return
to light.
— C.Birde, 12/17
Crowned in light,
sun-polished —
Hickory,
Autumn’s broad-leafed
beacon.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Hope,
like light,
flies in
through
the
g a p s.
— C.Birde, 10/17
Decked
in white fringe,
gold tassels,
diagonals
of light,
late summer stirs
and
lingers,
reluctant to
depart.
— C.Birde, 9/17
Sly wink and glide,
she eludes
his fiery grasp,
and scatters
her Cheshire grin
in countless
bright crescents
to mark her passage.
No portents here.
Rather,
a coy,
lunar sway
as,
smoothly,
she slips before
his wide,
unblinking
eye.
— C.Birde, 8/17