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“Shred” — C.Birde, 3/1
World
of black & white
entirely comprised
of newspaper
torn to bits,
shredded & strewn
over the landscape,
covering trees &
earth & every little
growing thing
as far as the eye
can see.
An
earth-formed sea
of black & white –
delineated,
bisected,
by a raised ridge
of torn words &
images pressed
into a pastiche
spine.
Carefully
tread this crude
catwalk
gangplank
promenade
balance beam.
Follow one
behind the other
‘til from behind
a copse of print-
wrapped trees
a she moose looms,
protective of her
calf…
Veer off
the path & wade
through the swamp
of printed words
that tugs
at boot & stride.
See there,
within the shred
of black & white,
the doe at rest,
& tucked within
her body’s curve,
a solitary small
& spotted
fawn.
— C.Birde, 3/1
“Track” — C.Birde, 2/21
Black crow
white snow
sound & silence
soot & wonder
on peaked roof
together perched
in echo of
each other.
— C.Birde, 2/21
“Night’s Snowy Arch” — C.Birde, 2/21
A year
has passed
since you left
this earth
& though
I miss you now
no more than
yesterday
& no less than
tomorrow,
today I’m
pricked
with
t
e
a
r
s
.
.
.
— C.Birde, 2/21
“Gray Squirrel Tracks” — C.Birde, 2/21
“My heart beats
in all creatures,
far & near
seen & unseen…”
Her words hung
in the air
betwixt snowflakes
falling.
“My heart beats
in
you.”
— C.Birde, 2/21
“Blue Jay’s Snow Angel” — C.Birde, 2/21
Squinting eyes
against a truth
so bright
it blinds,
like snow piled
deep and white
and wide
Depth increases
inch by inch
Another layer
falls
With tilt of head
& shift of stance
behold
the shadows
cast –
indelible,
inarguable
Fall in,
fall in
Arms and legs,
widespread,
impress angelic
range.
Fall in-
to insight and
arise renewed
again.
— C.Birde, 2/21
“The Hanged Man (Reversed) — Rider Tarot Deck” — C.Birde, 2/21
Right foot here,
Left foot there
Spine straight
Hips square
Ribs knit
Chest lifted
Earth rooted
Heaven crowned…
Observe Tree Pose
& clearly see
similarity
to The Hanged Man
(reversed):
Release
Detachment
Altered View
Fear of Sacrifice
Drishti set
on the horizon
Balance & surrender
Vain struggles cease
Find, in equilibrium,
freedom to embrace
this change
in perspective,
freedom to accept
what
is.
— C.Birde, 2/21
“Tracks” — C.Birde, 2/21
Though
I tried I
could not find
her
for the depth of
snow that had
fallen…
— C.Birde, 2/21
“Bleeding Heart” — C.Birde, 2/21
Lodged
between the ribs
So near the heart’s
sweet beating
Ember
of doubt and fear
Smoldering
Compressed &
prone to flare
at least provocation
Legacy of grief
Invisible
Unseen
Forged so long ago
Catching at all
kindling
Acknowledge it
Smother it
Cover it or
cut it out
It won’t be doused
Ever raw
Lodged & always
burning.
— C.Birde, 2/21
“Icicles” — C.Birde, 2/21
— C.Birde, 2/21
“Snow Shadow” — C.Birde, 2/21
“I shall bury myself
beneath blankets
white & deep…”
Her voice —
adrift,
muffled,
indistinct.
“& begin
to dream spring
into being…”
— C.Birde, 2/21