
Their exhale;
our inhale.
Breath,
co-mingled.
— C.Birde, 7/17

Their exhale;
our inhale.
Breath,
co-mingled.
— C.Birde, 7/17

Hello! I will be taking a short break from my blog and will return in about two weeks.  I will continue matching words to images during my absence, and I invite you to look for me at Carrie Birde on Instagram if you should wish. Keep dreaming, and keep creating 🙂
— C.Birde

With our backs pressed
to the smooth, silver trunk
of the Beech,
We’ll sip sassafras tea
and decipher the patterns
of steam
scrawled
upon the fragrant
morning air.
— C.Birde, 6/17

The crush and shout
of the larger world
persists
beyond these fringed,
green borders
where, time and again,
I return
to drink
the Wood Thrush’s tonic
of sung sunlight,
to feel
the fern’s frill-lipped
cool breath against
my calves,
to absorb the drum and patter
of rain upon
the woods’ sheltering
green canopy.
I come to cleanse myself –
of grief and pain and worry;
to drench myself
in green.
— C. Birde, 6/28/17


At their feet
lay a low, flowering carpet —
a green invitation.
Patiently,
they await
our
decision.
— C.Birde, 6/17

Torsos press,
limbs entwine
and wrap,
crowns lean together,
whispering,
and
roots tangle —
in full
embrace.
— C.Birde, 5/17

Dogwood petals
filtering light
in cutwork pattern —
confirmation of
Spring.
— C.Birde, 5/17


I will wear velvet —
chartreuse and supple.
I will arch and extend
up
through draping fog.
I will be lyric
mystery.
— C.Birde, 4/17

Drip and patter.
Distant thunder’s purr.
Birds’ persistent song
and chatter scrawled
over inverted,
cloud-drawn sky.
Spring Reign.
— C.Birde, 3/17

She pulls
the blankets up,
tucks us in,
and encourages us —
just a little longer —
to rest.
— C.Birde, 3/17