I could sleep
away the season’s end,
head upon this pillow
of bronze ferns
& oak leaves turned
the color of doeskin,
Cheek pressed
to this still-green bed
of moss as you sing
against my ear
Please, let me remain
undisturbed until
the heat has passed
Though this means
I must wait
another year to hear
your song.
— C.Birde, 9/22
Wreathed
in pale,
lemon-scented Datura,
softly,
she spoke:
“May all your loyalties be
true,
worthy,
&
returned.”
— C.Birde, 7/22
“Come with me…”
she took my hand,
drew me through her
birdsong wake.
“We’ll sit together
at the Four Sisters’ knees
& listen
to their green-leafed
memories.”
— C.Birde, 6/22
“May your path
be strewn
with beauty – ”
she gestured,
& flowers bloomed.
“May you recognize it
as so.”
— C.Birde, 5/22
I hear your whisper,
answer your call,
sing chorus
to your melody.
There is no
separateness.
You & I
are We.
— C.Birde, 4/22
“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
I take my heart
to the sea
for safekeeping;
with blessings,
the pines’ sighs
pleat the air;
& the chickadees
bind us All
in song.
— C.Birde, 4/22
Blue Jay relays
news
of his poor
bruised
broken heart,
mewing
from oak tree’s
boughs…
Abide,
empyreal cousin –
the morrow stirs
with hope
of Spring.
— C.Birde, 3/22
Blue Jay speaks
in voice of Crow
& Red Tail Hawk…
Vivid notes of lapis,
flinty hematite,
& earthy jasper drift
in downward mix
& tuck themselves
in ear & thoughts
of self-assessment
My own song I’ve
disguised to keep
a thorny Peace…
Once circumscribed
to silence
Fated to wither in
the nest
No More.
The words of Love
fly from my tongue
plumed, bright-
feathered,
& in full voice.
— C.Birde, 1/22
“Hush, now…”
She pulled the blanket
up beneath
her chin
with a whisper.
“I’m dreaming…”
— C.Birde, 1/22
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