“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
Spring
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
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
Auctioneer — A Poem
“Home” — C.Birde, 5/19
Each year,
in out-sized voice,
he makes his
declaration;
small, bold auctioneer
rapidly proclaiming
his fine qualities
and wares –
twig-and-stick
nest sites
of considerable
envy.
Yet,
when the song
has threaded through
privet and azalea,
when negotiations
are exchanged,
decisions made
and settled —
despite my hopes,
my efforts to
accommodate —
another site is —
doubtlessly,
regrettably —
selected.
— C.Birde, 5/19
Besotted — An Image
“Solomon’s Seal” — C.Birde, 5/19
Desperately,
emphatically,
unabashedly
A-swoon,
besotted,
in love with
Spring.
— C.Birde, 5/19
“Solomon’s Seal (detail)” — C.Birde, 5/19
Pollen Nation — A Poem
“Spruce, Pollinating” — C.Birde, 5/19
Astounding
to see such skeins
of citron-green
pollen
billowing,
side-winding,
lacing
each mischief May
breeze
yet hear nary a
single,
solitary,
sneeze.
.
.
.
(Bless you!)
— C.Birde, 5/19
“Pollen” — C.Birde, 5/19
At Last — A Poem
“Catbird Seat” — C.Birde, 5/19
Returned
– at last –
that sweet-voiced
family.
Descendants.,
all.
Clad in morning
coats and caps,
feathered gray.
Now,
I will put away
– at last –
winter’s bleak
attire,
remove my heart
from safeguarded
place,
return it
– at last –
to its nestspace
betwixt my ribs.
At last.
— C.Birde, 5/19
