A day’s scale —
dusk through dawn —
is measured
in slim increments,
felt
like a sigh
against the ear.
Reach.
Extend.
Glide through
the arc of notes
unnamed and
never
out
of
tune.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Scales — A Poem
Snow March — An Image
A toiling, long
March —
uphill,
through snow
churned and seamless —
to greet ephemeral
Spring.
— C.Birde, 4/18
Winterbound — A Poem
Snowfall —
fallen,
falling.
Inches’ and layers’
accumulation,
accumulating.
Wait…
Breath held as trees,
beneath
their sudden burden,
bend
and songbirds’
courting chorus
cease.
The blessing
did not
hold.
We fold
beneath winter’s final
felling lash.
Begone.
Begone!
Appeased,
at last.
— C.Birde, 3/18
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
Linden Bears Snow — An Image
Two days past,
the snow fell hard
and fast.
We held
our breath
as venerable branches
cracked.
But the Linden
bore
its burden,
and through
its frosted limbs,
the light
recast.
— C.Birde, 3/18
The Doves — A Poem
They lift on wings
that creak and sing
in equal parts.
Harmony of fear
trapped in
slender throats.
Unease released
upon still
morning air.
Broken,
shattered,
that fragile peace.
Accident of time,
language,
species.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Snowbells — An Image
Snowbells bow
their slender heads
and chime
the time
of Winter’s
end.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Ventriloquist — An Image
Blue jay called
from the old
Norway Maple
in the voice
of a crow,
coarse with soot
and
shadow.
— C.Birde, 2/18
All — A Poem
We
are all…
All we are
combined,
defined
by little more
than errant thought
and impulse
wrapped in organs,
tissue thin.
Are we all
we all
are
?
— C.Birde, 2/18
Forgotten — An Image
Lost.
Forgotten.
Waiting
— like the self —
to be
found.
— C.Birde, 2/18