Winter Prelude — A Poem November 30, 2022 / Carrie Birde / Leave a comment “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
Sparrow — A Poem November 16, 2022 / Carrie Birde / Leave a comment “Blue Globe Feeder” — C.Birde, 11/22 Upon a bed of seeds, she rests, folded within the blue globe’s hollow, cracks open striped hulls & eats But, at my approach, a l a r m – shell fragments scatter She seeks escape, rehatches her small self on wings unfurled, stretched o u t. — C.Birde, 11/22
Plume… — A Poem November 3, 2022 / Carrie Birde / Leave a comment “Plume…” — C.Birde, 11/22 Plume of light amongst the blown seed heads Bright memory of self, what is, what was, what again will be. — C.Birde, 11/22