Gift of Spring — A Poem

An artistically altered photo of a teeny tiny wildflower, called Henbit.
“Henbit” — C.Birde, 4/21

Spring —

season

of promise and

uncertainty;

that green-frilled,

pink-budding gift,

waiting

to be

o

p

e

n

e

d.

— C.Birde, 4/21

Yellow — An Image

An up-close photo of a yellow daffodil.
“Daffodil” — C.Birde, 4/21

“In yellow,

I rejoice,”

she swept her arms

wide as her

grin,

“You will see me

a’thrill

in each daffodil &

forsythia,

each dandelion &

goldfinch

returning.”

— C.Birde, 4/21

Twilight Song — A Poem

Photo of a Bradford Pear Tree's pink budding branch tips.
“Twilight” — C.Birde, 4/21

Wash

the trees’

tight buds

in pink blush

of twilight

& whisper

in sweet hyacinth

breath.

Tidal spring,

engulf us all.

Sweep

up our hearts

in a swoon

of petals’

drift.

— C.Birde, 4/21

Daffodil Song — An Image

A photograph of bright yellow daffodils in full bloom.
“Daffodils” — C.Birde, 4/21

“I may weep &

lash out

in wind &

thunder,”

she placed

a wreath

of dappled light

upon my brow,

“but

I will always

sing to you again

in hyacinths &

daffodils.”

-- C.Birde, 4/21

Crocus Heart — A Poem

Photo of a woman's shadow cast upon a bed of autumn leaves and new spring growth, with a purple crocus blooming where the shadow's heart would be.
“Crocus Heart” — C.Birde, 3/21

Crocus heart,

abloom

with the pulse

of Spring’s

footfall,

renewed.

Never cease

to beat

in this constricted

frame of thought

& sinew –

remain.

Always remain.

Forever wash

my gaze

in your vernal,

violet hue.

— C.Birde, 3/21

Auctioneer — A Poem

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“Home” — C.Birde, 5/19

 

Each year,

in out-sized voice,

he makes his

declaration;

small, bold auctioneer

rapidly proclaiming

his fine qualities

and wares –

twig-and-stick

nest sites

of considerable

envy.

Yet,

when the song

has threaded through

privet and azalea,

when negotiations

are exchanged,

decisions made

and settled —

despite my hopes,

my efforts to

accommodate —

another site is —

doubtlessly,

regrettably —

selected.

 

— C.Birde, 5/19

 

 

Besotted — An Image

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“Solomon’s Seal” — C.Birde, 5/19

 

Desperately,

emphatically,

unabashedly

A-swoon,

besotted,

in love with

Spring.

 

 

— C.Birde, 5/19

 

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“Solomon’s Seal (detail)” — C.Birde, 5/19

Pollen Nation — A Poem

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“Spruce, Pollinating” — C.Birde, 5/19

 

Astounding

to see such skeins

of citron-green

pollen

billowing,

side-winding,

lacing

each mischief May

breeze

yet hear nary a

single,

solitary,

sneeze.

.

.

.

(Bless you!)

 

 

— C.Birde, 5/19

 

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“Pollen” — C.Birde, 5/19

 

 

At Last — A Poem

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“Catbird Seat” — C.Birde, 5/19

 

Returned

– at last –

that sweet-voiced

family.

Descendants.,

all.

Clad in morning

coats and caps,

feathered gray.

Now,

I will put away

– at last –

winter’s bleak

attire,

remove my heart

from safeguarded

place,

return it

– at last –

to its nestspace

betwixt my ribs.

At last.

 

— C.Birde, 5/19

 

 

Again — An Image

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“Dogwoods” — C.Birde, 4/19

 

Again…

a gain

— immeasurable —

in leaf

&

bloom

&

rain.

 

— C.Birde, 4/19