“Sing with me”,
she trilled,
“our tongues curling
‘round each fleet,
green note;
‘round the tender sound
of each new leaf
unfurling…”
— C.Birde, 4/21
Green-Tongued Song — An Image
Nature
Gift of Spring — A Poem
Spring —
season
of promise and
uncertainty;
that green-frilled,
pink-budding gift,
waiting
to be
o
p
e
n
e
d.
— C.Birde, 4/21
Yellow — An Image
“In yellow,
I rejoice,”
she swept her arms
wide as her
grin,
“You will see me
a’thrill
in each daffodil &
forsythia,
each dandelion &
goldfinch
returning.”
— C.Birde, 4/21
Twilight Song — A Poem
Wash
the trees’
tight buds
in pink blush
of twilight
& whisper
in sweet hyacinth
breath.
Tidal spring,
engulf us all.
Sweep
up our hearts
in a swoon
of petals’
drift.
— C.Birde, 4/21
Daffodil Song — An Image
“I may weep &
lash out
in wind &
thunder,”
she placed
a wreath
of dappled light
upon my brow,
“but
I will always
sing to you again
in hyacinths &
daffodils.”
-- C.Birde, 4/21
Cassia-Purrah — A Poem
Do not mistake her soft tone
for genteel invitation;
cruel evidence I have seen
of small, misguided rodents
swallowed whole.
And you, sweet-feathered one,
preening beyond glass barrier,
would be no rare exception.
Disbelieve her call.
Within warm wash of light,
she lies always attentive –
eyes slit, ears a’twitch,
hostilities belied by tail’s flick,
by rumble, croon, and mew.
Believe me when I warn –
concealed in her tri-color coat
of fur she holds cruel daggers
to swipe and catch and eat you.
— C.Birde, 3/21
Crocus Heart — A Poem
Crocus heart,
abloom
with the pulse
of Spring’s
footfall,
renewed.
Never cease
to beat
in this constricted
frame of thought
& sinew –
remain.
Always remain.
Forever wash
my gaze
in your vernal,
violet hue.
— C.Birde, 3/21
Maple Dryad — An Image
“I am light –“
she spoke
in scintillating
spectrum,
“drape me
about your shoulders.
I am rain & fog & snow —
quench your thirst.
I am wind —
hear me.
Together,
we are
whole.”
— C.Birde, 3/21
Pierce — An Image
“I will pierce
the rimed earth’s
slumbering crust…”
Blades
of green daffodils
chased
with her voice.
“I will pierce it
— like Eros —
with love…”
— C.Birde, 3/21
Passage — A Poem
Cold wind
full of Winter’s
coarse & paling breath;
that, in slow retreat,
rattles trees’
pre-bud leafless
limbs…
Pass through
this insubstantial form
like
song.
— C.Birde, 3/21
