
My approach shuffled
the leaves
of last Autumn &
unearthed
new Spring robins.
— C.Birde, 3/25
My approach shuffled
the leaves
of last Autumn &
unearthed
new Spring robins.
— C.Birde, 3/25
If you must wear chains,
my dear,
about your neck,
your wrists,
let them be of spring Andromeda —
light, lipped, sweetly fragrant,
& tinkling with wind’s caress.
— C.Birde, 3/25
She knows —
deeply knows & remembers,
all & always —
while we stumble into forgetting,
ever in need of timely,
earthly reminding.
— C.Birde, 3/25
Weave me
a cloak of ivy &
a crown of feathered light,
& we’ll walk together
beyond this glade
into the tree-hugged
night.
— C.Birde, 2/25
Enough for a fresh start,
to restore the whole,
to fill in the marks made
yesterday,
& to start over —
again.
–C.Birde
“Norway Maple in Winter” — C.Birde
Song of dormant flowers,
of bare-limbed trees,
of winter light stroked
in rainbows across
the ceiling.
— C.Birde, 1/25
“Rainbows” — C.Birde, 1/25
“Bee Tongue” — C.Birde, 9/24
Humm of a hundred
bees…
My garden is a mess…
Contentment lives
here.
— C.Birde, 10/24
Dressed
in green-moss velvet
I’ll drink soft rain,
limbs lifted toward
its falling.
— C.Birde, 8/24