
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
She knows —
deeply knows & remembers,
all & always —
while we stumble into forgetting,
ever in need of timely,
earthly reminding.
— C.Birde, 3/25
“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