Farewell
to green-fringed
sheltering limbs…
The hole hewn
from the gray sky,
where you stood
a hundred years,
cannot contain
your absence.
— C.Birde, 5/23
Farewell — A Poem
Nightjars & Damselflies
The writing and photography of Carrie Birde
Farewell
to green-fringed
sheltering limbs…
The hole hewn
from the gray sky,
where you stood
a hundred years,
cannot contain
your absence.
— C.Birde, 5/23
Nightjars & Damselflies 
A sadness I know too well after the destruction of our forests and surrounding area by Hurricane Fiona last fall. Giants in our yard no longer there. We still grieve and will for a long time to come.
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Each year, with each series of stronger storms, the casualties increase. My neighborhood is an older one, with mature, established trees standing in isolation — perfect hurricane and lightning magnets. Our neighbors will plant an understory flowering tree, and we’ll plant a native Hackberry, but we’ll never see their fully glory. It feels like I’ve lost yet another elder… in a sense, I think we all have. Best wishes for your arboreal future 🌲🌳🌲
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