Burnished — An Image

An artfully altered photo looking through the trees of shadow-stroked, leaf-carpeted earth.
“Burnished” — C.Birde, 10/21

“Yes,

day’s length shrinks,

pinched

at either end…”

Her leaf-crowned head

rustled agreement.

“…but I’ve burnished

the light to

g o l d…”

— C.Birde, 10/21

Sing — An Image

An artfully altered photo of a tiny blue Asiatic Dayflower tucked amongst dry leaves against a stone wall.
“Asiatic Dayflower” — C.Birde, 10/21

“Do you hear me?”

Her voice ascended –

russet,

orange,

gold.

“I sing to you through

the trembling throats

of Autumn

wildflowers…”

— C.Birde, 10/21

Rabbit Blessed — A Poem

An artfully altered photo of a rabbit nibbling grass.
“Rabbit” — C.Birde, 10/21

Forgive the intrusion;

this chance encounter,

such great, good fortune…

Dark eyes stare, fixedly, unblinking.

Legends say your Ancestor

fought the Sun, demanded

decreased heat & light, & won

Long ears twitch & hinge & pivot.

That four spots on your cinnamon fur –

on each hind leg, behind each ear –

mark that ancient victory…

Rear leg stretches, scuffs base of ear.

Myth says, too, you are companion

to the Moon, your likeness pressed

upon her, silver-gray…

Whiskers flick, nostrils flare.

Well suited, as you may need,

to contraction or release,

is your sleek musculature & economy of form…

Wide yawn precedes a full-length sprawl

beneath the bronze-green hedge.

Mischief contradiction of creativity,

you hide in plain sight, unseen,

a duality of self, at ease…

Folds front paws, rests chin;

eyes close.

The dish in hand slopes water;

place it, eddying, on shorn grass.

The moment of connection,

of trust & recognition

slips past.

Bid farewell.

Depart –

Rabbit-blessed,

content, &

light-of-heart.

— C.Birde, 10/21

Being — A Dream

A photo of a sketch from my Dream Journal of the creature described in this verse.
“Being” — C.Birde, 10/21

How?

How did we two – strangers to each other –

accomplish such a feat?

call this creature from penumbral obscurity

into being?

Full moon blooms beyond refracted panes,

rinses this place, this manor – labyrinthine –

in silvered light

Halls

chambers

corridors

crowd close from all sides, lean in

in long condensed & aged neglect, exhale

Rugs

furniture

gilt ornament

Beneath the pale moon’s benevolent eye,

as one, we two crouch, side-by-side,

astounded

breathless

exhilarant

peer beneath the glass table’s oblique lip

at this inarguable astonishment…

This blunt-tipped quadruped;

squat necked, squared head;

its torso thick, quadrangular;

of conclusive features, devoid…

Eyeless

Mouthless

Noseless

Boneless

And yet, curiously, fully animate

Of a tangerine shade so brilliant, bright,

& incandescent,

all darkness recedes as if repelled…

She – my unknown familiar friend –

extends her arm, her hand to trace…

The creature bucks, sprightly prances

to safety, out of reach, away…

“Hush & wait, do not frighten it…” I say,

We first must win its confidence…”

Teasingly, it dances at the edge…

How?

How did we, two strangers-not –

despite darkness & abandonment,

from forgottenness nostalgic –

how did we call this creature forth

& into being?

We did.

— C.Birde, 10/21

Caught — An Image

An artfully altered photo of a Helianthus flower in full bloom, from behind.
“Helianthus” — C.Birde, 10/21

“Sometimes…”

her voice slipped,

in wink & rustle,

through narrow leaves,

“I sneak up

on unsuspecting blooms,

& catch them

in the act of

photosynthesis…”

— C.Birde, 10/21

Queen Oak — An Image

An artfully altered photo looking up the trunk of a great oak tree and through its leafy limbs.
“Queen Oak Tree” — C.Birde, 9/21

“I have written

your name

in a hundred million

places…

Blade of grass…

Curl of breeze…

The underneath

of a white oak’s leaves…”

Her wink scattered

beams of light.

“Are you

l o o k i n g?”

— C.Birde, 9/21

Solace — An Image

An artfully altered close-up photo of a Beech tree's leaves and seedpods, and a forested background.
“Beech” — C.Birde, 9/21

“You speak

in terms of months,

seasons,

years…”

She smiled greenly,

shook

her leaf-crowned

head.

“Oh, but, darling,

you are rooted

in the

eternal.”

— C.Birde, 9/21

August — An Image

An artfully altered photo of a reed and flower filled meadow, with tower cattails.
“Rattlesnake Meadow, August” — C.Birde, 8/21

“I will lounge…”

she extended her limbs,

“…in all my cholorophylled,

green-gold glory

& drink August

to its last,

sweet

dregs.”

— C.Birde, 8/21

Unnecessary — A Dream

An artfully altered photo of mirror-imaged trees, hedge, reflections to offer a dreamlike, psychedelic image.
“Unnecessary” — C.Birde, 8/21

Before

before I

before I can

   comprehend the

nature

nature of

nature of this

   funerary scene &

extend

extend my

extend my offer

   of service …

The scenario, in its entirety –

options, challenges, solutions –

have all efficiently been

noted, discussed, addressed

with no need of my aid &

I can

I can only

I can only stand &

   observe

from a distance

of un-necessity.

— C.Birde, 8/21

Tilt — An Image

An artfully altered photo of leaves and branches, swirled together at the center.
“Swirl” — C.Birde, 8/21

“Remember?

When first

we beheld

one another?”

She rustled

& sighed.

“How the world

tilted ‘round

our axis…”

— C.Birde, 8/21