“Do you not yet know?
How I cherish you?
In every bud
& feather
& tuft of fur?”
Her words lifted
from the earth’s
flowering dream.
“As I long
to be cherished
by you?”
— C.Birde, 3/22
Dreaming Earth — An Image
flowers
Forget Full — A Poem
The flowers
confused
blooming
blue
Forget-Me-Nots
in November.
— C.Birde, 11/21
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
Caught — An Image
“Sometimes…”
her voice slipped,
in wink & rustle,
through narrow leaves,
“I sneak up
on unsuspecting blooms,
& catch them
in the act of
photosynthesis…”
— C.Birde, 10/21
Beh(o/e)ld — A Poem
A thousand suns
lift their heads
& turn as one
Unseeing
Unblinking
Bee-scented
rays a-tremble
Attuned to
unfathomable
source &
soundless
song.
— C.Birde, 9/21
Goldfinch — A Poem
Too slight
to bend
the primrose stem,
They perch –
small bright motes
of yellow light –
and pluck
the coneflowers’
seeded
crowns.
— C.Birde, 8/21
Sweet Clover — An Image
“I am vast,
expansive…
I am the smallest
of small…”
She tilted
a smile.
“I am
– like you –
a pleasant contradiction
of selves.”
— C.Birde, 7/21
Hmmmm… — A Poem
Apiarian hum among
spirea wands as bees
– carelessly, casually –
rearrange clusters of
blushing flowerheads
to their liking.
— C.Birde, 6/21
Will — An Image
“I will rain,
&
I will reign.”
Her voice
called storms
& stroked
stone.
“As
I
will.”
— C.Birde, 6/21
Nightjars & Damselflies 