Those few and
too short
weeks of Spring —
a-brim
with mirth —
when all
beneath
the greening skin
is laughter.
— C.Birde, 4/18
Riot — A Poem
Furled — An Image
Despite the calendar’s
declaration,
snow dusts
the crocus’ tight-
furled
petals.
— C.Birde, 4/18
Bloom of Privet — An Image
Allowed to bloom
along the sidewalk,
the privet hedge spills
a white drift of blossoms
in a frill
of sweet scent.
— C.Birde, 6/17
Embrace — An Image
Torsos press,
limbs entwine
and wrap,
crowns lean together,
whispering,
and
roots tangle —
in full
embrace.
— C.Birde, 5/17
Bird, Mocking — A Poem
Standing tall
on slim black legs,
talons pricking
aged granite,
the Mockingbird
flicks his tail,
cocks his head.
He follows my progress
with pearl-gray eye,
listens intently
when I speak.
And once
he has collected
my words,
my intent,
he parses and restates —
more perfectly,
more succinctly,
more beautifully —
in song.
— C.Birde, 5/15
Arisaema — An Image
Whatever you may call him —
Arisaema,
Bog onion,
Brown dragon,
Indian or Wild turnip,
American Wake robin —
Jack
is
back.
— C.Birde, 5/17
Cherry-Blossom Path — A Poem
Much is written
of rose-strewn paths;
but I prefer to
tread —
lightly, bare of foot —
the petals
dashed to ground
by recent rain
of the leaning cherry —
still pink,
still damp,
still fragrant.
A blushing robe
discarded;
while nearby,
tucked in switch and
bramble,
the catbirds’ songs
weave and flutter like
scattered, honeyed
light.
— C.Birde, 5/17
Cutwork Dogwood — Images
Dogwood petals
filtering light
in cutwork pattern —
confirmation of
Spring.
— C.Birde, 5/17
Flow — A Poem
Swim
through the maple’s
slip-edged,
ripening leaves
and emerge –
balanced, bobbing,
pollen-flocked –
on the cool air’s
shoals.
Tread –
in full embrace –
softened, spreading
light.
Linger in the greening.
And with abandon,
dive –
into burgeoning
May.
— C.Birde, 5/17
Linden, Clad in Velvet — An Image
I will wear velvet —
chartreuse and supple.
I will arch and extend
up
through draping fog.
I will be lyric
mystery.
— C.Birde, 4/17