“Swordleaf Elecampane” — C.Birde, 7/18
Benefits,
elements,
lunatics,
& surreys –
all improved
with a touch
of fringe.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Fringe — An Image
Summer
Summer Fiction — A Poem
“Sun Dial” — C.Birde, 7/18
Promises –
measured in fireflies,
rising mercury,
night’s contraction;
Illusion –
heartfelt,
collective,
persistent;
There will be more
time.
Causal & corollary,
the tasks increase –
with each coveted inch
of light,
each slow-tracking bead
of sweat.
Mirage.
Fever dream.
Summer fiction.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Brood — An Image
“Brood” — C.Birde, 7/18
The gray and brooding sky
beguiles and
— at long last —
softens
the Summer day star’s
brutal,
blinding eye.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Fireflies — A Poem
“Firefly” — C.Birde,, 7/18
Fire flies…
Embers borne on
the tails of winged insects
etch our Fate on the night’s bowed back.
Fireflies.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Anemone — An Image
“Float” — C.Birde, 9/17
She floats —
golden-eyed,
in a blush of pink —
through the contracting
dream
of Summer.
— C.Birde, 9/17
Departure — Images
“White Wood Aster” — C.Birde, 9/17
Decked
in white fringe,
gold tassels,
diagonals
of light,
late summer stirs
and
lingers,
reluctant to
depart.
— C.Birde, 9/17
“Goldenrod” — C.Birde, 9/17
Finale — A Poem
“Helianthus” — C.Birde, 8/17
Born
on the heels of
thunder,
when,
the evening prior,
the night sky
bloomed
with asters and
fiery
chrysanthemums.
A blaze of moments.
The season fades.
The psychic end
of summer.
— C.Birde, 9/6/17
Rebirth — An Image
“Chrysalis” — C.Birde, 9/17
Sealed off
in a doorless
chamber,
she dreams
and labors
and makes
of herself
a new
self.
— C.Birde, 9/17
Ruby-throat — A Poem
“Salvia” — C.Birde, 8/17
The space,
so recently occupied,
still vibrates —
a scrap of atmosphere
stirred to warmth
by wings and pulse
beating too swift
to measure.
Stare —
cheek flush to heated air
where she speedily
unstitched the seams
of passing breeze
and slipped away,
like summer.
— C.Birde, 8/30/17
Icarus — An Image
“Icarus” — C.Birde, 8/17
From a lofty height
he sang
a song of longing
and desire,
and when
— like Icarus —
he fell,
his wings of glass
and copper-threaded
wire
could not
s
a
v
e
him.
— C.Birde, 8/17
