photography – Page 71

Ferns — An Image

To look at ferns…is to look back through time.

— C.Birde, 5/16

Unsolicited Advice — A Poem

Poppy Celandine.jpg — “Poppy Celandine” — C.Birde, 5/16

I went to the woods

to read aloud

the lichen on the stones

and

the braille-bark trees;

to translate the wildflowers’

bright phrases

and

avian patterns purled

upon the air;

and

I heard,

marked by the arcs

of Sun and Moon and Stars,

Time’s Tale —

coveted, measured,

sought, and spent.

Go. Now.

Don’t wait.

Translate

the curled and tangled rootworks,

the twist of grasses,

and branches’ interweave.

Cup your ear to the Earth’s

loamy breast

and feel its steady beat

thrum through soil and stone.

Press your lips to the sky’s

expanse of wide open blue.

Reacquaint yourself.

Restore yourself.

Heal yourself.

Now.

Go.

— C.Birde, 5/16

Wildflowers & tree's roots.jpg — “Rootworks and Wildflowers” — C.Birde, 5/16

Nature photo Spring

Bleeding Hearts — An Image

Bleeding Hearts.jpg — “Bleeding Hearts” — C.Birde, 5/16

Bleeding hearts in the garden —

pin one to my sleeve.

— C.Birde, 5/16

flowers Nature photo Spring

Beechwood — A Poem

To stand a moment

where light and shadow fall

Created with Nokia Smart Cam — “Beechwood” — C.Birde, 5/16

like Autumn leaves in Spring

and, in so pausing,

hear

the flutter of

those caught-in-amber notes,

strung like beads of sunlight

upon sweet, scentless air,

is to better understand

the exchange

of Odysseus and the Sirens —

my need to listen,

captivated,

and Thrush’s need

to sing.

— C.Birde, 5/16

birds Nature photo Spring

Trillium — An Image

There, in the corner garden —

step beyond the fringe of ferns and

part the bleeding hearts —

stands Trillium,

her frock translucent

with rain.

— C.Birde, 5/16

flowers Nature photo Spring writing

Alignment — A Poem

Again,

through Time’s curious weave,

I see

the tree sees me.

And we might agree,

could we align the speeds

at which,

individually,

we live and breathe —

stretch my own,

perhaps,

accelerate the tree’s —

when next we meet,

we might take our ease

and speak.

Heart to heart,

soul to soul,

hand to leaf.

— C.Birde, 5/16

Nature photo trees

Ferns — Images

Fern Family.jpg — “Fern Family” — C.Birde, 4/16

Ferns unfurl,

uncurling slowly to a tune of their own making.

— C.Birde, 4/16

Fern Unfurling.jpg — “Fiddlehead” — C.Birde, 4/16

Nature photo Spring writing

Alchemist — A Poem

"Andrew Bird".JPG — “Andrew Bird” — C.Birde, 4/16

Aural alchemist,

transform the crowd you’ve gathered,

random notes to song.

— C.Birde, 4/16

photo

Maple Light — An Image

Maple Light.jpg — “Maple Light” — C.Birde, 3/16

Maple’s leaves, still young and pale and sticky with light.

(Dedicated to my friend and walking and writing companion, who notices the small things and gently encourages. Thank you!)

Nature photo trees writing

Aqualibrium Lost– A Poem

Too soon, too hot —

where addled Winter lingered,

imperious Summer now intrudes.

One rainy April day, or two —

a month that should run

with thawed soil,

dewy damp for all that awakens

thirsty after a season’s rest.

To the south, the earth drowns;

here, drawing the trowel to transplant

clutches of Forget-Me-Nots,

I release gasps of dust.

Fret not —

the Reservoir is full,

the little creeks run;

but I am no Aesopian Grasshopper,

able to fiddle away my cares,

nor that Fable-ist’s industrious ants.

My worries wake me

in the too-warm night to run,

fleet as deer,

through a dry wood,

star-shod hooves raising ribbons

of skeletal leaves

to mark their passage.

–C.Birde, 4/16

Moonlit Wood.jpg — “Moonlit Wood” — C.Birde, 4/16

Nature photo