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
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
Spill of
clouded light
emblazoned across
the sweep
of south-facing
sky.
— C.Birde, 11/16
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