photographs – Carrie Birde

Breath — An Image

Their exhale;

our inhale.

Breath,

co-mingled.

— C.Birde, 7/17

Arisaema — An Image

Whatever you may call him —

Arisaema,

Bog onion,

Brown dragon,

Indian or Wild turnip,

American Wake robin —

Jack

is

back.

— C.Birde, 5/17

flowers Nature photographs Spring writing

March — A Poem

InstagramCapture_00da2f08-886b-44f9-a4e4-962adc2c3085 — “Maple Snow” — C.Birde, 2017

March –

Mars,

Martius –

Caught betwixt

winter and spring,

hurling crocuses one day,

storm-born snow the next.

A month at odds

with itself,

conquest and

new growth

folded into

its very

name.

— C.Birde, 3/17

Screen Shot 2017-03-15 at 11.28.18 AM — “Crocus” — C.Birde, 2016

Nature photographs weather writing

Ice Rings — An Image

WP_20170111_13_48_34_Smart (2) 2.jpg — “Reservoir, Mid-Winter Thaw” — C.Birde, 1/17

Warming air

dimples

the reservoir’s skin

in circles

indecipherable —

countless milky rings

scattered

over

ice.

— C.Birde, 1/17

Nature photographs weather writing

Four Paws — A Poem

White Wood aster.jpg — “White Wood Aster” — C.Birde, 9/16

Four paws pause

on the mountain’s graveled flank —

she gathers news

from weed and shrub,

root and stone;

pulls me along.

No matter that I am

near senseless to all

she perceives –

I am content

to wait and contemplate

the weave of breeze

among branch and leaf

pressed to the breast

of gray-clad sky;

to gather for safe-keeping

the coruscating mantras

of crickets, birds and tree frogs

as wards against

future silence.

I am content

to admire those

steely wildflowers

that scatter fairy light

over the forest’s

parched floor

for as long

as I am permitted…

Until, urgently,

I am pulled

to move again —

rapidly and ever onward —

toward the next

newsworthy

site.

–C.Birde, 9/16

Created with Nokia Smart Cam — “Four Paws” — C.Birde, 9/16

animals Nature photographs writing

Coneflower — An Image

Hypnotic whorl of Coneflower —

Floral expression

of Fibonacci’s Sequence.

— C.Birde, 6/16

flowers photographs writing

Morning Walk — Images

We walked this morning. Two bipeds, one quadruped, together breathing in a mild mid-morning.

Rattlesnake Meadow flickered with a wind’s breath that slipped between blown cattails. Snowbirds tittered and darted with sparrows too quick, too subtle for my eye to name.

A Red-tailed Hawk skimmed the meadow’s reed-sawn edge to roost in a slow-decaying tree. Patient, he surveyed the landscape. So much hidden within those pale grassy blades — I missed the Snowy Egret; I’m certain he did not.

At our walk’s end, a white-tailed deer wove ahead across our path, unconcerned by our intrusion. A fortunate start to a late-November day.

Autumn Nature photographs writing

Readjustment — A Truth

I think I am in withdrawal — no more two-, three-, four-plus-hour hikes through landscape that transforms and surprises with shift of wind and sunlight’s exposure. No more sandwiches and chocolate atop weathered, bald-capped mountains; nor the chitter and scold of red squirrels, otherwise silent as breath. The Canine Electron, I am certain, misses the adventure, as well.

But today — this moment, right here, right now — is lovely. A great depth of Autumn sky sprawls above our small, familiar patch of Earth. Together, we have put some miles beneath our eager feet.

Nature photographs poetry writing