Exhale — A Poem

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“Exhale” — C.Birde, 11/18

 

Each leaf,

a breath

captured,

collected,

Falling,

now fallen

in sweet

exhalation.

A volume of sighs —

oak & maple,

sassafras, linden,

& hickory —

strewn

at

our

feet.

 

— C.Birde, 11/18

 

Rest — An Image

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“Rest” — C.Birde, 11/18

 

Gently

— so gently —

the leaves drift

& fall.

Let them rest…

Let them share

— in rustling, rasping voice —

their tale

of fickle light

& forfeit height

with the

ever-patient

earth.

 

— C.Birde, 11/18

 

Halloween — A Poem

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“Boo” —  C.Birde, 10/18

 

Halloween,

that narrow,

bone-thin,

spectral eve

when we neatly fold

and lay aside

our everyday disguises

and pretend to be —

’til midnight’s peak —

something other

than what

we otherwise pretend

each day

to be.

 

— C.Birde, 10/18

 

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“Ghost” — C.Birde, 10/18

 

 

 

Wands — An Image

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“Wand” — C.Birde, 10/18

 

These small, sweet wands —

liberally scattered

amongst leaf-fall and weeds;

at curbside and

humble margins —

are sufficient

for

magic.

 

— C.Birde, 10/18

 

Oracle — A Poem

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“Oracle Autumn” — C.Birde, 10/18

 

All of Summer’s

light —

in diminished height —

angles in Autumn’s

outstretched

arms.

Oracle Autumn.

Astrologer.

Fortune Teller.

Caster of leaves and

stones and runes

beneath the Hunter’s

moon.

Elder twin to budding,

carefree Spring.

Wise,

with haunted eyes

of Winter,

and bruised with

impending memory.

Lovely,

breathless,

quick-silver

Autumn.

 

— C.Birde, 10/18

Moon Song — A Poem

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“Horsetail Bamboo” — C.Birde, 10/18

 

Sing —

singly,

in union;

Tooth-edged wings

scraping,

bending,

bowing

in praise —

each night —

of the moon’s

ever-

shifting

aspect.

 

— C.Birde, 10/18

 

Found, Never Lost — A Poem

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“Self Portrait, Shadow & Pink Granite” — C.Birde, 10/18

 

 

Dark uncoiling

of slim

ring-necked snake

Shadow

of peregrine cast

in a rush

over blushing

stone

Porcupine quills,

strewn

like toothpicks,

like pick-up sticks

Wild turkeys,

rusticating

Poised

in autumnal air,

a Kingfisher –

hovering,

hovering,

diving

into wind-ruffled

water

Yellow witch’s

butter

Bright scarlet curve

of salamander

tucked amidst

leaf-fall

The red squirrels’

constant scolding

Myself,

returned,

renewed,

restored.

 

— C.Birde, 10/18