“Norway Spruce” — C.Birde, 1/19
Remember
when we stood beneath
the great spruce,
faces tilted upward,
hands lifted to catch
their rough laughter
as it fell –
heavy as pinecones,
bright as crescents of
moonlight –
from those vast,
outstretched limbs?
Six years gone,
the tree cradles silence;
the absence echoes
forward.
We wait below;
patient;
hands
empty.
— C.Birde, 1/19
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Another beautiful poem. The spatial imagery here is just stunning. And, you are quite the photographer.
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Again, thank you — I miss “our” crows…I used to feed them, and they had become so accustomed to me over the years, that I could garden in our small yard and they would stalk about the grass 50 yards away. Then, they simply, suddenly abandoned the great Norway Spruce between our yard and our neighbors. I have no idea why…!
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You are welcome. Thanks for sharing that story. I think. Crows tend to be very territorial so it’s odd they would simply abandon a place.
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I love the image of outstretched arms waiting to receive tree essence- another strong image. Again, I can almost hear you speaking!
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I have always had a strong tendency to anthropomorphize trees… They all have their personalities… The Norway Spruce, between our yard and our neighbor’s, is very protective 😉
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How TRUE! We have Three cedar Sisters touching our front porch, so fat and protective, one even leans into the gutter when the wind blows. I love your intimate tree relationship expressed so delicate-strongly!
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