Winterbound — A Poem

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“Laden” — C.Birde, 3/18

 

Snowfall —

fallen,

falling.

Inches’ and layers’

accumulation,

accumulating.

Wait…

Breath held as trees,

beneath

their sudden burden,

bend

and songbirds’

courting chorus

cease.

The blessing

did not

hold.

We fold

beneath winter’s final

felling lash.

Begone.

Begone!

Appeased,

at last.

 

— C.Birde, 3/18

 

Wintersong — A Poem

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“Wintersong” — C.Birde, 1/18

 

Sing softly,

sweetly to Winter –

that bare-boned,

pared-raw

season of ragged echoes.

Curl your lips round

the North wind,

round those clear

bright notes,

and,

with sweet ardor,

sing.

 

 

— C.Birde, 1/9/18