Hum — A Poem

A photo of a tumble of wiled asters.
“Asters” — C.Birde, 10/22


of bee-pricked asters


while your voice –

     frilled in petals

     & promises –


beyond the window’s

tidy panes,


through the bloom

& sway of October’s

violaceous hue


though I reach

for you,

this separation –


     unseen –


— C.Birde, 10/22

Departure — A Poem

A b&w photo of our little old, ball-of-fire, doggie, sleeping in a patch of sunlight.
“Josie” — C.Birde, 10/22

Run, run, run

     run free,

unfettered by mortality’s

pale restraints as,

when first we met,

you ran,

Electron made flesh

in four fleet paws that,

for seventeen years,

obliged earth’s gravity

in jovial orbit.

Run, run, run

     run free with yip &

click & jingle, & leave us,

dear Josie,

to the heartbreak

& surreality of your


— C.Birde, 10/22

A color photo of our little dog at six months old, on the rocky shores of Maine.
“Josie, 2006” — C.Birde, 10/22