Well Come — A Poem

“Autumn Wood” — C.Birde, 10/20

Sweet tang of autumn air,

cidery

cool enough to drink

through all the senses

Leaves fall like small fading

stars

to light the path ahead

forward into unknowing

I lift my cup to you in welcome,

dear heart,

and pour a second.

I have been

waiting.

— C.Birde, 10/20

In Shadow — A Poem

“Shadow of Spruce” — C.Birde, 10/20

Together,

apart.

We sit beneath

& within

the cool blue-green shade

of the great spruce tree,

with coffee &

grief &

glee,

& we feed all who come –

chipmunk & squirrel,

tufted titmouse,

jay & red-belly.

Hearts brimming,

undone,

we feed all who come.

Apart,

together.

My sister

& me.

— C.Birde, 10/20

A Question of Shadows — A Dream

“A Question of Shadows” — C.Birde, 10/20

They stand — all four of them — in a line;

shoulder to shoulder;

on green-grass sward in fading sunlight;

facing me

No instruments in hand –

neither mandolin nor fiddle nor cello;

no guitar, no bass, no banjo…

Empty hands clasped together before them,

they stand — all four of them — in a line;

shoulder to shoulder;

on a green-grass sward in fading sunlight;

facing me

Or is it a photo?

An antique square snapshot,

grown milky with age,

colors evaporating into a wriggle-edged white border

that frames them,

those four young men?

The lighting is wrong, the shadows off…

A dark circle pools at their feet,

conforming to no fixed source, natural or otherwise,

while simultaneously,

their cast shadows stretch from them,

toward me,

so long and lean and solid,

surely,

I should feel the weight of their touch,

heavy as silence…

— C.Birde, 10/20