
Dogwood…
or wouldn’t (as it might),
each night arranging
patterned blooms in hues
best known by morning’s
light.
— C.Birde, 5/25
Dogwood…
or wouldn’t (as it might),
each night arranging
patterned blooms in hues
best known by morning’s
light.
— C.Birde, 5/25
Frilled
in pink blossoms,
my heart —
a flowering cherry —
invites bees &
kinglets &
nesting robins.
— C.Birde, 4/25
Touched
by light & shadow,
the pattern repeats,
reveals our slow
surprise.
— C.Birde, 4/25
My approach shuffled
the leaves
of last Autumn &
unearthed
new Spring robins.
— C.Birde, 3/25
She knows —
deeply knows & remembers,
all & always —
while we stumble into forgetting,
ever in need of timely,
earthly reminding.
— C.Birde, 3/25
Enough for a fresh start,
to restore the whole,
to fill in the marks made
yesterday,
& to start over —
again.
–C.Birde
“Norway Maple in Winter” — C.Birde
Song of dormant flowers,
of bare-limbed trees,
of winter light stroked
in rainbows across
the ceiling.
— C.Birde, 1/25
“Rainbows” — C.Birde, 1/25