The duality of time — its elemental truth, its illusion — marked by the sun’s certain progress. Below and apart, we stand stunned, pointing.
Sun Over Obelisk — An Image
Searching for Spring — An Image
Our pursuit of Spring continues. We gathered evidence at Tourne park — nodules of skunk cabbage thrust from mud; yellow-green haze softens twiggy branches; heady scent of warming Earth. Though she hides, she is evident in the throats of songbirds.
Morning Reservoir — An Image
Morning steps lightly over the Reservoir, brushing the surface with memory…
Frosted Light — An Image
Morning light, distilled through frosted glass, and ready for sipping.
Full Snow Moon — An Image
I stood in quiet, chill-winged night to observe the Full Moon, to measure its pulse — steady — and discern its aura — unruffled. We toil below in never-ceasing motion, commotion, emotion. The benign Moon remains.
Maple & Rain — An Image
Rainwater pooled and collected at her feet, pulsed with an Age of Memory.
Gentleman Tree — An Image
He stood just off the path, observing his brethren arrayed along the downward slope of hill. Tall and hale, unbent by time, clad in elbow-patched tweeds. We exchanged wordless greeting, each unwilling to disturb the other’s contemplation. I did not learn his name, but no doubt, we will meet again.
Gray Notes — A Poem
Color of fog and feathers,
of cool appraisal and expressionless gaze;
of shadows and headstones
and earth’s exposed and tumbled bones.
Color of passionless judgment,
of days’ old snow;
a friend of long lost years ago.
Color of shingles and slates,
smoke and chimney swifts;
of the hammered plate of February sky
inverted, enveloping;
of hills obscured by atmosphere.
Color of heart’s silence,
and murmuring peal of bells.
Color of cats and coyotes
and the Moon’s waterless seas;
of oysters and bruises and memory;
of ghosts and half-truths,
Magic and melancholy.
The pencil’s path over paper,
building, constructing;
the smooth skins of beeches
and slender young maples.
Color of age and wisdom,
thin filaments threading honeyed hair.
Winter’s Monochrome,
composed in subtle notes
of Gray.
— C.Birde
Earth Exhales — An Image
Earth exhaled a drift of fog over compressed snow…today, Winter has returned.
Tree as Artist — An Image
A young Japanese Red Maple casts her blue shadow upon white snow. Trees paint in shadow, each work a self-portrait laid over the Earth’s seasonal canvas.