I will always
sing
my hopes to the Moon,
and whisper —
for safekeeping —
my secrets
to certain
and particular
cats.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Monochromati-cat — An Image
Scales — A Poem
A day’s scale —
dusk through dawn —
is measured
in slim increments,
felt
like a sigh
against the ear.
Reach.
Extend.
Glide through
the arc of notes
unnamed and
never
out
of
tune.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Snow March — An Image
A toiling, long
March —
uphill,
through snow
churned and seamless —
to greet ephemeral
Spring.
— C.Birde, 4/18
Winterbound — A Poem
Snowfall —
fallen,
falling.
Inches’ and layers’
accumulation,
accumulating.
Wait…
Breath held as trees,
beneath
their sudden burden,
bend
and songbirds’
courting chorus
cease.
The blessing
did not
hold.
We fold
beneath winter’s final
felling lash.
Begone.
Begone!
Appeased,
at last.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Chime — An Image
Prepare
a path for Spring.
Ring all
the little bells
and greenling chimes
that She
might linger
— bloom and linger —
in the unfixed
margins
of spirit,
heart and
mind.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Scintillate — A Dream
Void.
Expanse.
Boundless field of dark – inky, plush, coal-black. Pressed against eyelids. Consuming vision.
Light pricks — winks and blinks and scintillates. Golden, glittering. A multiplicity of individual, shivering stars within and against the dark — entering breath and pores, veins and mind.
Carry it.
Upon waking, carry it from dream, out into the world. Feed it to every word, every thought and action. Let it bloom in outstretched hands, shape tongue’s speech, heart’s beat.
Then everything,
— everything –
will shift…
Change…
Heal…
— C.Birde, 3/18
Linden Bears Snow — An Image
Two days past,
the snow fell hard
and fast.
We held
our breath
as venerable branches
cracked.
But the Linden
bore
its burden,
and through
its frosted limbs,
the light
recast.
— C.Birde, 3/18
The Doves — A Poem
They lift on wings
that creak and sing
in equal parts.
Harmony of fear
trapped in
slender throats.
Unease released
upon still
morning air.
Broken,
shattered,
that fragile peace.
Accident of time,
language,
species.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Snowbells — An Image
Snowbells bow
their slender heads
and chime
the time
of Winter’s
end.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Hope & Heartwork — A Poem
Pin hope
elsewhere.
I am no mountain,
meant to bear such weight
of expectation.
I am breeze and stream and
Springtide —
transient,
unfixed,
elusory.
Pushed and pulled
by love and longing,
cruelty and kindness.
Pin no hope on
me.
See
to your own
heart’s
work.
— C.birde, 2/18