“I remember
when Winter met me
with a veil of frost,
a cloak of snow…”
She exhaled
a misted breath.
“Now,
He greets me
with a fall
of tears.”
— C.Birde, 2/22
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
Peeled away
That tousled,
tumbled veil of leaves
A verdant memory left –
like a puff of breath –
clinging
to the form beneath
Imperfection,
rough beauty, &
strength laid bare
All manifestations
exposed
Revealed —
like prayer —
by the cold,
spare,
bone-bare,
honest touch
of Winter.
— C.Birde, 1/21