Yesterday,
it snowed —
one inch,
two,
of thick white
flakes
so softly laid.
Yet today,
the blades
of fallow grass
thrust
through.
— C.Birde, 2/17
Yesterday — A Poem
Aged Red Oak — An Image
Venerable Red Oak,
left undisturbed,
allowed
space and time
to stretch roots,
limbs,
trunk,
to grow
old.
— C.Birde, 1/17
Mournful — A Poem
Overhead,
wings spread to finger
updraft and lift,
they call —
And I cannot help
but try to count
the numbers
of their ragged “V”,
as if the sum
of beaks,
eyes,
wings,
feathers
would reveal answers
to mysteries
ever sought,
ever felt,
rarely
seen.
— C.Birde, 1/17
Symbols — An Image
In motion join —
Peace,
Love,
&
Nature.
— C.Birde, 1/17
Ice Rings — An Image
Warming air
dimples
the reservoir’s skin
in circles
indecipherable —
countless milky rings
scattered
over
ice.
— C.Birde, 1/17
Occluded Eye — A Poem
Bleary smudge of sun…
Pale
occluded eye
caught
within the
Winter sky’s
expanse
and —
blinking —
hints
at all
to come.
— C.Birde, 1/17
Crow Bows in Greenwood — An Image
At ease with winged shadow and
Winter’s long,
slow,
indrawn breath —
Crow bows in Greenwood Cemetery.
— C.Birde, 1/17
Four Sisters at Solstice — An Image
I came upon them
while they linked limbs
in graceful ascension —
the Four Sisters,
patiently summoning
Winter Solstice
light.
— C.Birde, 12/16
Solstice — A Poem
Is it sweetest as
it fades?
When the dark,
expanded,
nips at its heels
and seals
our eyelids,
stills our tongues?
The balance slips.
Night swallows,
extends
a groping hand.
Curl and kneel
in tumbled dark,
humbled beneath
the weight
of bright memory,
the long, dark, starlit
night a stole
about bowed shoulders.
Breathe and wait.
Be Patient.
Already,
the Light
returns.
— C.Birde, 12/16
Elder Maple — An Image
Limbs stretched,
pinned to luminous
late-Autumn sky,
He offers no complaint.
— C.Birde, 12/16