Reflection — A Poem

“Cherry Bloom” — C.Birde, 5/23

Blush

of pink,

palely reflected

in down-turned

petals,

conceals this

persistent

awkwardness

of being.

— C.Birde, 5/23

Farewell — A Poem

“Her Last Day” — C.Birde, 5/23

Farewell

to green-fringed

sheltering limbs…

The hole hewn

from the gray sky,

where you stood

a hundred years,

cannot contain

your absence.

— C.Birde, 5/23

Falls — A Poem

“Falls” — Pisgah Nat’l Forest, 4/23

Falls,

fallen,

falling down

d

o

w

n

into the depths

of self.

— C.Birde, 4/23

Wishing — A Poem

A close-up photo of a thick growth of green moss.
“Moss” — C.Birde, 2/23

Would that the deep

green moss grew

ever underfoot

to soften the fall

of each wayward

        step.

— C.Birde, 2/23

Heartfound — A Poem

“Heartfound” — C.Birde, 2/23

I scatter seed

small birds gather

pieces of my heart.

— C.Birde, 2/23

Little Hawk — A Poem

“Perch” — C.Birde, 2/23

Heard

     before seen,

that bird of prey

small Hawk perched

atop bare maple

Seen

     before felt,

the lift & dive,

wings stretched wide

in flight

Felt

     before known —

Ribs’ cage, opened

Muscled heart, unlocked

Patience,

perspective,

awareness invited

in.

— C.Birde, 2/23

Walk Like Water — A Poem

A photo of a white egret walking along the ocean's edge.
“Water’s Edge” — C.Birde, 1/22

Walk

  like water

    river-spined

     ocean-hipped

      heart

    a steady beat

  within its grotto,

sheltered

  each step,

    each stride,

      a rain-softened

    footfall

  arms

shore-aligned

  welcoming

    the full tide

      of becoming…

— C.Birde, 1/23

Departure — A Poem

A b&w photo of our little old, ball-of-fire, doggie, sleeping in a patch of sunlight.
“Josie” — C.Birde, 10/22

Run, run, run

     run free,

unfettered by mortality’s

pale restraints as,

when first we met,

you ran,

Electron made flesh

in four fleet paws that,

for seventeen years,

obliged earth’s gravity

in jovial orbit.

Run, run, run

     run free with yip &

click & jingle, & leave us,

dear Josie,

to the heartbreak

& surreality of your

departure.

— C.Birde, 10/22

A color photo of our little dog at six months old, on the rocky shores of Maine.
“Josie, 2006” — C.Birde, 10/22