“I sing a new song
when the months
grow cold,”
her voice carried low
across the landscape’s
scrape & tumble,
“but tune your ear
& you will hear me
crooning
all the same…”
— C.Birde, 12/21
Seasonal — An Image
Month: December 2021
Hollows — A Dream
Plush dark…
Through this obscurity,
slowly, the forearm arcs
& scythes,
wrist rotating outward
in sinuous motion until
the palm cups skyward
(gibbous moon gesture)
& fingertips, at length,
draw into line the nest…
A compact bird’s nest,
expertly woven of twigs
& grass & random fibers,
its hollow delicately lined
& not-quite-wholly-filled…
At rest within its center,
a singular egg of pale blue
uncrack’d,
intact.
Two hollows,
full of expectation….
Empty hand & nest…
— C.Birde, 12/21
Yawn — An Image
“Drift with me
through Autumn’s end,”
she sighed
& said.
“Are you not
as tired
as I?”
— C.Birde, 12/21
Starlings — A Poem
Catching light,
those flecked dark wings speak
of seasons & distance
& time’s ceaseless passing
The cycles repeat
R e p e a t i n g
Gather me
aloft in collective’s embrace
of wingbeats & banking turns
& maneuvers unspoken,
understood by the whole
In spite of all,
I stand pinned below
attentive
The cycle repeating
R e p e a t s
— C.Birde, 12/21
Nightjars & Damselflies 