February
snowfall
f
a
l
l
falling down
d
o
w
n
down white
molt
of Winter’s
wings.
— C.Birde, 2/23
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
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
Wind through
bare trees,
white-edged
with snow,
dispels illusion
of green things
quickening
growing
For a breath,
a moment only
Palms pressed
to maple’s trunk,
ears tuned to birds’
evolving song
Gazing slantwise,
past paper squares
& digital lines aglow,
beyond time
compressed,
confined…
Evergreen-wise
Heart-sight sees,
knows.
— C.Birde, 2/22