February
snowfall
f
a
l
l
falling down
d
o
w
n
down white
molt
of Winter’s
wings.
— C.Birde, 2/23
Last Day of February — A Poem
Truth
Wishing — A Poem
Would that the deep
green moss grew
ever underfoot
to soften the fall
of each wayward
step.
— C.Birde, 2/23
Heartfound — A Poem
I scatter seed
small birds gather
pieces of my heart.
— C.Birde, 2/23
Little Hawk — A Poem
Heard
before seen,
that bird of prey
small Hawk perched
atop bare maple
Seen
before felt,
the lift & dive,
wings stretched wide
in flight
Felt
before known —
Ribs’ cage, opened
Muscled heart, unlocked
Patience,
perspective,
awareness invited
in.
— C.Birde, 2/23
Walk Like Water — A Poem
Walk
like water
river-spined
ocean-hipped
heart
a steady beat
within its grotto,
sheltered
each step,
each stride,
a rain-softened
footfall
arms
shore-aligned
welcoming
the full tide
of becoming…
— C.Birde, 1/23
Dis/Belief — A Poem
Reality
unfolds around us,
but we hide
our flowered heads
in denial.
Daffodils
in January…
— C.Birde, 1/23
HoliDays — A Poem
The holidays…
That spill & wash
of extremes –
everything &
nothing,
chaos &
silence,
crowds &
isolation,
bright light &
healing dark…
The holidays –
that span of time
that left me
on the far shore
of Self,
breathless,
disoriented,
& stumbling –
have past,
& I have again,
at last regained
the holiness
of my
own
steps.
— C.Birde, 1/23
Winter Blues — a Poem
Oh, falling sky – pieces of blue
tipped black & white & falling
Crying bright reply to peanuts
clacking against dark shingles
& rattling aluminum gutters,
white painted.
Jay-filled sky in blue shadows
falling toward my outstretched
hand, emptied now, but hope-
fueled.
— C.Birde, 12/22
Winter Prelude — A Poem
The snowbirds
have returned –
those flitting,
avian shadows,
bow-tie tailed
& dapper;
flown in on
the new moon’s
dark veil
to releaf
the beeches’ bare,
uplifted boughs
in monochrome
& song.
— C.Birde, 11/22
Sparrow — A Poem
Upon
a bed of seeds,
she rests,
folded within
the blue globe’s
hollow,
cracks open
striped hulls
& eats
But,
at my approach,
a l a r m –
shell fragments
scatter
She seeks escape,
rehatches
her small self
on wings
unfurled,
stretched
o u t.
— C.Birde, 11/22
Nightjars & Damselflies 