“Look for me,”
her voice was sly
as a curl of leaf,
the shiver of wind,
“in unexpected places —
the hidden,
overlooked, and
small, silent spaces.
You will find me
there.”
— C.Birde, 11/20
“Impression” — C.Birde, 11/19
She had had
the impression,
she realized —
with the chill wind
against her
cheek
&
the leaves’
trembling refusal
to let go —
that it all
should last
l
o
n
g
e
r.
— C.Birde, 11/19
“Earthbound” — C.Birde, 11/19
“Fall with me,”
she said.
“We’ll drift
— lightly, carelessly —
& lay
the foundations
of
earthbound
beauty.”
— C.Birde, 11/19
“Beech” — C.Birde, 10/19
Little by little,
she let go
the past
&
freed herself
to the
light.
— C.Birde,10/19
“Drowse” — 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