“We are tied,
you & I,
“inextricably intertwined,”
her words pulsed
with Time’s unfolding,
“Your actions writ
upon my canvas.
Be wise.
Be kind.”
— C.Birde, 4/22
Head full of noise
& unrelenting image
Kaleidoscopic colors
shift, alter
Scarlet, eggplant, umber
interrupted
Bright flashes of noise,
(pop of old house bones)…
Wind caught in trees
trapped, released
to whoosh free ‘round
blunt corners
Coyotes’ not-so-distant,
mournful song
Something else,
something other
(unidentifiable)
calls…
Sleep arrives at last…
then dreamsdreamsdreams
in concussive,
hectic
tumble.
— C.Birde, 4/22
O, March —
mercurial & a-brim with bluster
Encompassing
emotions’ scope, depth, & wide,
sweeping swings
Animate
Empathic
Passionate & weeping aloud
the world’s griefs,
shouting its humble victories
Accept me –
nearly as buoyant,
at turns razor-edged &
tearful in my seclusion;
your mortal expression,
your devotee.
I am yours.
— C.Birde, 3/22