“Elevation” — C.Birde, 8/17

Constellation of feathers,

they stud the burning bush,

the hedge and wires,

and with the least

provocation,

lift

in a cloud of wings,

scissoring up and away.

Small messengers.

Each a hope too large

to bear  alone.

Each a small

elevation

of heart.

— C.Birde, 8/17