Transitions — An Image

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“Veiled Light” — C.Birde, 3/17

 

Spring’s light veiled in Winter clouds,

and birds’ songs dovetail —

Redwing Blackbirds transitioning

with Slate-colored Juncos.

— C.Birde, 3/17

 

Spring — A Poem

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“March Daffodil Swords” — C.Birde, 3/17

 

She stands in snow,

toes encouraging

new green

growth.

Dash or linger —

she is undecided,

and casts

a glance

over her shoulder.

The lion’s roar is

caught

in her hair.

In one hand she holds

a small suitcase;

in the other,

a bouquet of feral

blooms.

We hold our breath —

She bends to open,

at last, the case;

and releases

Vernal

light.

 

— C.Birde, 3/17

 

March — A Poem

 

 

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“Maple Snow” — C.Birde, 2017

March –

Mars,

Martius

Caught betwixt

winter and spring,

hurling crocuses one day,

storm-born snow the next.

A month at odds

with itself,

conquest and

new growth

folded into

its very

name.

 

— C.Birde, 3/17

 

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“Crocus” — C.Birde, 2016

 

Struggle — A Poem

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“Struggle” — C.Birde,  3/1

 

Dark star’s

collapse,

plummet

and crash.

Bones

broken,

protest

choked.

Wings tight-

folded,

neck arched

in sharp crescent;

plucked feathers

spread over green-

bladed grass.

Dark-bodied

constellation

pricks and studs

surrounding

trees,

mourns

in raucous,

full-throated,

voice.

— C.Birde, 3/1

 

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“Struggle, Detail” — C.Birde, 3/1

Treebeard, in Memoriam — Images

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“Treebeard, 2016” — C.Birde, 2/17

It is with a heavy heart that I bear news of Treebeard’s passing. He was felled Wednesday, February 22, 2017. Treebeard was lifelong resident of Greenwood Cemetery, Boonton, and quite possibly, he had made his home there prior to the Cemetery’s establishment in 1876. We became acquainted in his twilight years, twenty-six years ago, and I knew him to be a patient, generous, and forgiving soul. He had seen much in his nearly two centuries. After the loss of a major limb, many years before our first meeting, he sheltered countless families of squirrel’s and birds and insects, without complaint. Concurrent with this limb’s loss, he accepted a vining growth which leant him his moniker. He rooted and grew, suffered and succored. His was a fine example to follow. Though his stump remains to mark his place, I will miss his presence — the green shade of his crown, the length and all-encompassing reach of his shadow; I will miss the song of wind through his leaves, the creak and groan of his massive branches. Rest well, Treabeard. In lieu of flowers, please plant a tree, or nurture and appreciate those you share your life with, whether daily or in passing.

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“Treebeard’s Stump” — C.Birde, 2/17

Treebeard’s stump is an impressive 60+ inches across.

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“Treebeard’s Midsection” — C.Birde, 2/17

Treebeard’s midsection, measuring over 140 inches in circumference.

 

 

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“Treebeard’s Cavity” — C.Birde, 2/17

The massive cavity that, doubtless, lead to his undoing.

 

 

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“Treebeard’s Remains” — C.Birde, 2/17

The trunk of Treebeard lays stacked in Greenwood Cemetery’s center.

 

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“Treebeard 2016” — C.Birde

 

 

 

Blades & Branches — A Poem

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“Branches” — C.Birde, 2/17

Again,

the grind

and grumble

of saw and blade

disturb.

Air parts,

earth trembles;

Bark,

phloem,

cambium,

sapwood,

heartwood —

bitten,

pierced

and chewed

in joyless

hunger.

Sentinel Maples

or Evergreen Guard,

Merriam or

Addis Oak,

Hickory

or Treebeard –

When next I walk,

whose absence

will

I mark?

 

— C.Birde, 2/17

 

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