“Renewal” — C.Birde, 1/19
Curl up
in January’s moon-soaked,
star-swept
arms…
Pull the deep-piled
nights
to chin height…
And slumber,
recuperate,
dream.
— C.Birde, 1/19
Renewal — An Image
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Tag Archives: Winter
Winter Solstice — An Image
“Winter Solstice” — 12/18
On this,
the year’s longest
night,
the tide of dark
steps to the edge,
reverses course
t
o
w
a
r
d
light.
— C.Birde, 12/18
Snow March — An Image
“Snow March” — C.Birde, 3/18
A toiling, long
March —
uphill,
through snow
churned and seamless —
to greet ephemeral
Spring.
— C.Birde, 4/18
Winterbound — A Poem
“Laden” — C.Birde, 3/18
Snowfall —
fallen,
falling.
Inches’ and layers’
accumulation,
accumulating.
Wait…
Breath held as trees,
beneath
their sudden burden,
bend
and songbirds’
courting chorus
cease.
The blessing
did not
hold.
We fold
beneath winter’s final
felling lash.
Begone.
Begone!
Appeased,
at last.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Linden Bears Snow — An Image
“Linden Bears Snow” — C.Birde, 3/18
Two days past,
the snow fell hard
and fast.
We held
our breath
as venerable branches
cracked.
But the Linden
bore
its burden,
and through
its frosted limbs,
the light
recast.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Snowbells — An Image
“Snowbells” — C.Birde, 3/18
Snowbells bow
their slender heads
and chime
the time
of Winter’s
end.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Rush/es — An Image
“Rush/es” — C.Birde, 1/18
Rush…
or do not.
Linger.
Remain.
Taut,
blade-straight,
erect;
ear tuned
to hear
the rushes’
rasp and
whisper.
— C.Birde, 1/18
Wintersong — A Poem
“Wintersong” — C.Birde, 1/18
Sing softly,
sweetly to Winter –
that bare-boned,
pared-raw
season of ragged echoes.
Curl your lips round
the North wind,
round those clear
bright notes,
and,
with sweet ardor,
sing.
— C.Birde, 1/9/18
Yesterday — An Image
“Yesterday” — C.Birde, 1/18
The bright light
and clarity
of today
does not obscure
the trials
of yesterday.
— C.Birde, 1/18
Tuck Me In — A Poem
“Seclude” — C.Birde, 12/17
Tuck me in to sleep and dream,
away, out of the way, deep in
green-souled memory ticking
with the patter of small claws,
insects’ wings’ clatter, the rill
and trill of rain and breeze and
bird song, in warmth, in safety,
tuck me in embrace until the
deep dark fold of Winter has
passed.
— C.Birde, 12/17
