photography – Carrie Birde

Robins — A Poem

A photo of a trail through the spring woods, trees soaring skyward with as-yet-leafless limbs. — “Tourne” — C.Birde, 3/25

My approach shuffled

the leaves

of last Autumn &

unearthed

new Spring robins.

— C.Birde, 3/25

Chains — A Poem

If you must wear chains,

my dear,

about your neck,

your wrists,

let them be of spring Andromeda —

light, lipped, sweetly fragrant,

& tinkling with wind’s caress.

— C.Birde, 3/25

creative writing flowers Nature photography poetry Spring

Knowing — A Poem

She knows —

deeply knows & remembers,

all & always —

while we stumble into forgetting,

ever in need of timely,

earthly reminding.

— C.Birde, 3/25

Nature observation photography poetry truth

White Oak — An Image

An old white oak, bare of leaves, against a brilliant blue sky. — “Great White Oak” — C.Birde, 2/25

Weave me

a cloak of ivy &

a crown of feathered light,

& we’ll walk together

beyond this glade

into the tree-hugged

night.

— C.Birde, 2/25

flash fiction Nature peace photography poetry trees

Snow — A Poem

Enough for a fresh start,
to restore the whole,
to fill in the marks made
yesterday,
& to start over —
again.

–C.Birde

creative writing flash fiction hope Nature photography poetry truth Winter

Song

“Norway Maple in Winter” — C.Birde

Song of dormant flowers,

of bare-limbed trees,

of winter light stroked

in rainbows across

the ceiling.

— C.Birde, 1/25

“Rainbows” — C.Birde, 1/25

creative writing Light Nature observation photography poetry trees truth Winter

Humm… — A Poem

“Bee Tongue” — C.Birde, 9/24

Humm of a hundred

bees…

My garden is a mess…

Contentment lives

here.

— C.Birde, 10/24

bees creative writing flowers insects Nature observation photography poetry

Moss & Rain — A Poem

A close-up photo of a moss-covered dogwood.

Dressed

in green-moss velvet

I’ll drink soft rain,

limbs lifted toward

its falling.

— C.Birde, 8/24

creative writing Nature photography poetry trees

O, wanderer. Lost in honeysuckled dream vined sweetly ‘round wrists, half truths hard thumbed against eyelids, shadows lodged in thy white throat, & tongue embittered. Complicity of sleep & dreaming. Abrupt awakening to a world never gentler than it is or was or will be. Wings plucked & fallen. Heart bruised. Soul starved. Arrive at last, in full embrace.

Cracked open.

— C.Birde, 6/20

heartbreak hope photography poetry

Ophelia — A Dream

Screenshot_2020-04-27-09-39-57~2.png — “Bath” — C.Birde, 4/20

Awaken –

suddenly,

splashingly –

to that song

(despised),

that songster singing;

the alarm’s relentless

ringing

from the bedside as

(swiftly)

he departs

and addresses not

the wailing,

blaring

song.

Emerge.

Upward, surge

from watery warmth,

and rouse translucent

waves to tidal

lapping,

spilling,

slapping

over and past

the slipper tub’s

smooth sides

of porcelain

white.

Outward,

stretch;

extend one arm

(fingers streaming)

to reach and strike

(again!

again!)

the alarm’s

rigid,

buzzing,

boxlike

surface and silence

(at last!)

disharmony’s

jarring

blast.

Awake.

Fully wakened…

In blessed quiet,

become aware —

across the room —

of the calico’s cider

stare;

and —

beyond

the glistening rim

of the polished tub —

of the small dog

that deftly,

daintily dodged

the sluicing

flood pro-

duced.

— C.Birde, 4/20

dreams photography subconscious