Honeysuckle — Images

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“Honeysuckle, White” — C.Birde, 6/16

This honeysuckled air…

sweet enough to sip,

to draw that ethereal fragrance

— like a warmth —

over the tongue.

— C.Birde, 6/16

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“Honeysuckle Motion” — C.Birde, 6/16

 

Orphan — A Poem

The air vibrates,

crackles with alarm,

with a dozen voices lifted.

The sky churns,

a-roil with frantic motion,

with wings that beat —

blue, red, brown, gray —

and claws that flex;

with beaks

that jab and split and scream.

The storm

of this haphazard flock,

focused on a soot-winged marauder.

Adorned in ebony,

he cowers beneath their blows,

beneath the arc and unrelenting descent

of their contempt.

Then, with a sullen croak of “uncle”,

he lifts from the roof’s peak,

spreads shadow wings

and flees.

All is still.

Peace returns.

The makeshift flock disperses.

Later,

tucked within the hedge,

spot-breasted and unfledged,

plucked or dropped or wrested

from the nest,

we find young Robin —

unwitting participant,

and silent witness

to all.

— C.Birde, 6/16

 

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“Young Robin” — A.Schnitzler, 6/16

 

 

After the Dance — Images

 

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“Solomon’s Seal” — C.Birde, 5/16

The Moon wanes,

and the sprites have hung their dancing slippers

from the arch of Solomon’s Seal,

their moon-washed gowns and jackets

from the Bleeding Heart.

— C.Birde, 5/16

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“White Bleeding Hearts” — C.Birde, 5/16

Unsolicited Advice — A Poem

 

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“Poppy Celandine” — C.Birde, 5/16

I went to the woods

to read aloud

the lichen on the stones

and

the braille-bark trees;

to translate the wildflowers’

bright phrases

and

avian patterns purled

upon the air;

and

I heard,

marked by the arcs

of Sun and Moon and Stars,

Time’s Tale —

coveted, measured,

sought, and spent.

Go. Now.

Don’t wait.

Translate

the curled and tangled rootworks,

the twist of grasses,

and branches’ interweave.

Cup your ear to the Earth’s

loamy breast

and feel its steady beat

thrum through soil and stone.

Press your lips to the sky’s

expanse of wide open blue.

Reacquaint yourself.

Restore yourself.

Heal yourself.

Now.

Go.

 

— C.Birde, 5/16

 

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“Rootworks and Wildflowers” — C.Birde, 5/16

 

 

Beechwood — A Poem

To stand a moment

where light and shadow fall

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“Beechwood” — C.Birde, 5/16

like Autumn leaves in Spring

and, in so pausing,

hear

the flutter of

those caught-in-amber notes,

strung like beads of sunlight

upon sweet, scentless air,

is to better understand

the exchange

of Odysseus and the Sirens —

my need to listen,

captivated,

and Thrush’s need

to sing.

 

— C.Birde, 5/16

Narcissus — An Image

 

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“Narcissus Dreaming” — C.Birde, 4/16

 

A nodding head that crowns a whip of green stem, Narcissus dreams during sun and shower alike — echo of light on the bright days, softly luminous on the gray.