Spring called

the other day…

tapped at the door

with birdsong fingers,

fogged the glass

with promises

and lilac-scented

breath…

then vanished.

I hear her laughter

lift from slow-

thawing

earth.

— C.Birde, 3/19

friction of

transition

dark to light

translation

of earth

from hibernation

to waking

manifestation of

latent creative

energies.

March is

all this,

and narcissus,

too.

— C.Birde, 3/19

Angry wind,

hungry wind –

wresting fealty

from trunk

and limb

and ragged

crown.

Inside,

ignore serrated

howls…

Count each

breath –

one in,

one out.

For each limb

sundered,

plucked, and

tossed —

in one,

out one,

outward and

unbounded.

Bless

the sheltering

trees.

— C.Birde, 2/19

We sang our way

to the everglades —

earth and water

unfolding,

enfolding;

lungs full of endless sky.

And the landscape

sang chorus —

forever,

forever,

foreverglades.

— C.Birde, 2/19