Step through
this weight of air
heavy with rain unshed
that beads along
the fine hairs of
arms and lashes.
Slowly, enveloped.
Melting.
Skin kissed with
atmospheric breath.
The barriers dissolve.
We are
one.
— C.Birde, 7/20
Dissolve — A Poem
Autumn’s Kiss — An Image
Autumn’s scarlet kiss
rests lightly
on lichened
stone.
— C.Birde, 10/16
The Four Sisters — An Image & A Poem
The Four Sisters twine limbs
against the elemental sky
and weave roots
to part Earth
with slow and steady certainty.
They hold the memory of years,
of an age,
in their woody flesh,
girdled within their torsos
in concentric rings.
They do not complain,
nor pass judgment,
nor beg favor
as I pass between their knees,
beneath their shadow lattice.
Yet always,
they return my greeting in
their rustling,
multi-leafed chorus.
–C.Birde
Rooted — A Poem
My heart’s beats —
moss-covered and fern-filled,
deeply wooded;
clasped in pink granite and
ultramarine;
bound by star-pierced night —
I have brought the Island
home with me.
— C.Birde
Summer Song — A Poem
Wreath my hair in butterflies,
let wildflowers garland my throat,
weave green-gold grasses
about my wrists,
and place birdsong
in my heart.
Read to me the Moonbeam tome,
let fireflies light my path,
recite to me in crickets’ chant,
and stitch starlight
as my wrap.
For my tongue tastes of switch grass
and falling leaves,
my foxfire smile has dimmed —
I watch the days so lightly pass,
and hear Autumn
in Summer’s breeze.
–C.Birde
Sky Blue Sky — A Truth
The color of truth and loyalty,
of music and despair,
of cool shadow and faded jeans.
The color of periwinkles and forget-me-nots,
of jays and buntings,
of whales and damselflies.
The color of my mother’s eyes.
The color of topaz and tourmalines,
of the trapped hearts of glaciers,
of the birdbath beneath the maple.
The color of ink and smoke,
of Persians and water,
of the singular month’s twice full moon.
The color of this morning’s uninterrupted
Summer sky stretched overhead
like a promise.
–C.Birde
Promise — A Poem
Clouds,
stacked invitingly
on the horizon,
encourage us
to ignore the small,
hard pea of our
discontent.
— C.Birde
