Crocus Heart — A Poem

Photo of a woman's shadow cast upon a bed of autumn leaves and new spring growth, with a purple crocus blooming where the shadow's heart would be.
“Crocus Heart” — C.Birde, 3/21

Crocus heart,

abloom

with the pulse

of Spring’s

footfall,

renewed.

Never cease

to beat

in this constricted

frame of thought

& sinew –

remain.

Always remain.

Forever wash

my gaze

in your vernal,

violet hue.

— C.Birde, 3/21

Timepiece — Images

“Four-O-Clock Buds” — C.Birde, 7/20

Do you have the time?”

I asked.

He shook his head,

continued walking.

Rats,” I sighed.

“…I think my four-o-clocks

are slow…”

— C.Birde, 7/20

“Four-O-Clock Bloom” — C.Birde