trees – Carrie Birde

Dogwood — A Poem

A late afternoon photo of a flowering pink dogwood. — “Dogwood” — C.Birde, 5/25

Dogwood…

or wouldn’t (as it might),

each night arranging

patterned blooms in hues

best known by morning’s

light.

— C.Birde, 5/25

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Small Frills — A Poem

A photo of new cherry blossoms against a blue sky. — “Cherry Blossoms” — C.Birde, 4/25

Frilled

in pink blossoms,

my heart —

a flowering cherry —

invites bees &

kinglets &

nesting robins.

— C.Birde, 4/25

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Winter Prelude — A Poem

An artfully altered photo of a stand of beech trees, slowly dropping their leaves to reveal their structure. — “Beech Trees” — C.Birde, 11/22

The snowbirds

have returned –

those flitting,

avian shadows,

bow-tie tailed

& dapper;

flown in on

the new moon’s

dark veil

to releaf

the beeches’ bare,

uplifted boughs

in monochrome

& song.

— C.Birde, 11/22

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The Four Sisters — An Image

A photo looking up through the green-leafed canopy of four old oak trees. — “The Four Sisters” — C.Birde, 6/22

“Come with me…”

she took my hand,

drew me through her

birdsong wake.

“We’ll sit together

at the Four Sisters’ knees

& listen

to their green-leafed

memories.”

— C.Birde, 6/22

Cut Down — A Dream

A photo of the base of a dogwood tree's trunk amongst green grass. — “Cut Down” — C.Birde, 5/22

Sleep interrupted

by strobe of lights –

red & blue & white

stroked in rotation

of flashes against

the ceiling …

Rise & slip

across the floor,

part the drapes,

& kneel –

forehead to glass –

at the window…

Peer out & down,

absorb the scene

below…

Police & fire &

emergency trucks

cluster in the rain-

flooded street…

People mill & study

their handiwork…

The dogwood –

stretched prone –

lies on wet grass,

a graceless knot

of limbs pricked

in pink blooms…

Twenty-six years

of growth,

cut down…

All that remains,

a ragged stump

in broken light

& rain.

— C.Birde, 5/22

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