Sun Day — A Poem

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“Solstice” — C.Birde, 6/17

 

Seconds,

Minutes,

Hours –

The slow and certain accumulation

of six-months’ time

tilts the scales

in daylight’s favor.

Solstice of Summer.

Exultant and unaware,

we blissfully tread

the insubstantial

garment of our shadows,

as the Hours

Minutes,

Seconds

steadily

reverse

their

course.

 

— C.Birde, 6/17

 

Seasonal Truths — A Poem

 

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“Reaching” — C.Birde, 6/17

 

She flits

among the underbrush,

shadow clad in shadow.

He sings

in liquid, honeysuckled

light and borrowed notes,

songs un-repetitive,

unrepeatable.

A stroke of shadow,

she huddles

atop a nest of sticks and

grass and ribbons built,

like his song,

in careful,

r a n d o m

fashion.

Chasing

blue jay,

grackle,

awkward young starling,

he repels

any who come too near.

My name,

tucked beneath

their wings,

in their

throats and call —

I answer.

 

— C.Birde, 6/17

 

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“O.C.” — C.Birde, 6/17