Lost — An Image

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“Lost” — C.Birde, 7/18

 

She is not lost,

locked away,

asleep in some rose-tangled

tower.

We have bartered

Her

for immediacy,

for convenience.

 

— C.Birde, 7/18

 

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Falling Above — A Poem

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“Above” — C.Birde, 5/18

 

Overhead,

above –

an earthward

tumble

of song and

smoke,

d

o

w

n

through budding

trees.

Two small birds,

a palm’s worth

each…

Beating wings.

Knitted,

knotted feet.

Rivals –

singing,

calling,

 falling

d

o

w

n.

For one fleet

moment,

I might

be crowned,

adorned in

feathered,

kinetic

strife.

 

— C.Birde, 5/18

 

Forest in Hand — A Poem

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“Forest” — C.Birde, 4/18

 

Back bowed

to warming sun;

knees pressed

to earth –

withdraw each

tender seedling

from crisp,

sweet

leaf litter;

tug at that

connection,

at each pale,

elongated

stem and root

until –

unwilling –

the fibers

release.

Each pliant,

wrinkled leaf

a world

of innate

potential.

One hundred.

Two hundred.

Three…

To right,

moving headfirst

down the

parent tree,

Nuthatch watches,

mutters,

while Chickadee,

to left,

muses over

nest sites.

Rise,

forest in hand.

Determined

proliferation

of life

gathered,

in a small,

bouquet

of youngling

green.

 

 

— C.Birde, 4/18

 

Confirmation — A Poem

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“Maple Bloom” — C.Birde, 4/18

 

A pair of crows –

fragments of night,

dark clad and

shining –

pluck the maple’s

red confetti

blooms.

Pass below.

Scatter robins

through last year’s

fallen leaves.

Bound and bonded

to earth,

accept the drift

of sooty corvid voices,

of scarlet petals –

blessings of slow

progress.

 

— C.Birde, 4/18