Chipmunks share
the morning’s news in
ringing, staccato notes;
And Jays fall
from trees in
blue-blazed truth,
hunting among acorn-hued leaves
for those derbied nuts.
The Electron finds a
white-laced length of shed
snake skin,
too delicate to lift
with slender twig.
The light is diffuse, gentle.
The air is cool and sweet.
Absorb this
’til it imbues thought
and act
and gesture.
Carry it out and into
the World beyond these
wooded doors.
— C.Birde
“Autumn Tourne”, C.Birde Oct. 2015
Top of the North Bubble…
Swallowing Stone…
Leaning over Eagle Lake…
Looking back…
Roots hug Earth.
September 2015
Walking the Electron up Day Mountain —
four nimble feet landing in six places at once,
while we, behind,
mere bipeds,
plod by comparison,
one foot after the other set
upon the soil with intention.
Pause near the summit —
cool air, warming sun;
lunch on the rough slope of pink granite
that spills gently off
amidst uplifted pine boughs.
Huge blue water in the distance,
deep and sparkling, scattering light.
On our feet again —
the Electron recharged, re-energized,
pulling us along in her wake,
in six directions at once.
–C.Birde
