The earth wears gilt

Thy sky runs pewter blue

And I…

I think of you

My bones catch the whiff

of Winter and

rattle in their frame

And all my thoughts

my hopes

of future warmth —

like migratory birds —

return always

to you.

— C.Birde, 11/20

Sweet tang of autumn air,

cidery

cool enough to drink

through all the senses

Leaves fall like small fading

stars

to light the path ahead

forward into unknowing

I lift my cup to you in welcome,

dear heart,

and pour a second.

I have been

waiting.

— C.Birde, 10/20

 

“Fall with me,”

she said.

“We’ll drift

— lightly, carelessly —

 & lay

the foundations

of

earthbound

beauty.”

 

— C.Birde, 11/19

 

 

Little by little,

she let go

the past

&

freed herself

to the

light.

— C.Birde,10/19

 

 

Crisp

cool air;

retreating light;

the earth’s slow

burnishing…

She made up

her bed

— carefully —

&

prepared

to

sleep.

 

— C.Birde, 10/19