by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Feb 19, 2023 | poetry
I love the imagery of trees, green, spring things …How wonderful is imagination that we can carry such things in our mind’s eye even when they cannot be seen with the eyes!
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Jul 9, 2022 | grief
So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 31, 2022 | Uncategorized
Stages Time is moving onward toward some future I can’t see Faster every passing year, or so it seems to me. Hardly a season passes I don’t wonder where it went All the days now lost to me, unremembered how they’re spent. Yet I find no sadness in this fact, That time...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 31, 2022 | nature, poetry
Surveying Property in Alabama Acres of yellow wild flowers carpet a field Soft and fragrant beneath the hooves of grazing cattle. A half mile further west, another is clothed in white. A pond mirrors the blue of the April sky As a single white cloud admires its own...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 31, 2022 | poetry
…..Nevertheless My mind recalls unholy things, Times when I was cruel. My heart, with rising sorrow rings In deafening, clashing duel. (…Nevertheless, I am still with thee.) Selfishly blinded by my own needing, I struggle through each day Hardened against Thy...
