Near
the stop sign’s
scarlet flare,
our feet
in a depth
of green,
green
grass
Patient –
sensing,
feeling,
recollect-
ing steps –
we stand
& wait for
the sweep
of Autumn’s
mournful
wings
to p a s s.
— C.Birde, 9/22
Little Dog Walks — A Poem
Autumn
Yawn — An Image
“Drift with me
through Autumn’s end,”
she sighed
& said.
“Are you not
as tired
as I?”
— C.Birde, 12/21
Forget Full — A Poem
The flowers
confused
blooming
blue
Forget-Me-Nots
in November.
— C.Birde, 11/21
Tea with Autumn — A Poem
Underfoot,
restive shift & drift
of fallen leaves –
maple, oak, hickory.
Above,
broad sky stirred
to depth of blue
half-recalled,
unprecedented.
Linger, Autumn.
The kettle boils –
always have I time
for you.
— C.Birde, 11/21
Affirmation — An Image
“I shall wrap myself
in Autumn blue,
stitched all through
with gold,”
— her affirmation glittered,
scattered light
as she spoke —
“& inhale
the pale pink fragrance
of the season’s
final, faded
rose…”
— C.Birde, 11/21
Objection — A Poem
The oxalis –
brought indoors
before first frost,
to save it
from expiry –
drops leaves
wine-dark
shriveled
paper-dry
Tongueless
Mute objection
of cold & dark
to come.
— C.Birde, 11/21
Exchange — An Image
“Come…”
Her invitation arrived
in a refrain of gold leaves…
“We’ll watch the exchange
of russet, ochre, bronze
for green…”
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— C.Birde, 10/21
Burnished — An Image
“Yes,
day’s length shrinks,
pinched
at either end…”
Her leaf-crowned head
rustled agreement.
“…but I’ve burnished
the light to
g o l d…”
— C.Birde, 10/21
Twilight Bloom — A Poem
Autumn’s twilight
blooms,
this froth of asters,
bee-filled & spilling –
unbridled –
about the garden’s
unkempt edges
Lace-edged foam
of white,
lilac,
lavender
borne & tended
in courtly fashion
along an ebbing
surf of green…
— C.Birde, 10/21
Sing — An Image
“Do you hear me?”
Her voice ascended –
russet,
orange,
gold.
“I sing to you through
the trembling throats
of Autumn
wildflowers…”
— C.Birde, 10/21
Nightjars & Damselflies 