Small Souls — A Poem

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“Seeds” — C.Birde, 12/18

 

Scatter seed —

feed the small souls

scratching for survival

through dreams of

warmer days and

last season’s

leaf litter.

Scatter the seeds

of kindness.

Harvest songs

of

love.

 

— C.Birde, 12/18

 

 

 

Limits — A Poem

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“Limits” — C.Birde, 11/18

 

Concealing,

revealing in equal turns,

the length and breadth

of night extends

its reach,

paints the lonesome

oaks —

bereft of leaves —

in silence…

Feeling our way

to the edges of that

darkened,

incurious landscape —

heeding, perhaps,

the dormant promise

of dreams and rest and

contemplation —

we hold aloft spheres

of shivering,

self-limiting light,

fearful of what we might

discover.

 

— C.Birde, 11/18