Winterbound — A Poem

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“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

 

Tuck Me In — A Poem

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“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