“Violet” — C.Birde, 12/18
The foothills
filled with mist
and the crest
wore a crown of trees
and the light shone
softly,
softly
while I roved
a violet
dream.
— C.Birde, 12/18
Violet — An Image
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Category Archives: trees
Exhale — A Poem
“Exhale” — C.Birde, 11/18
Each leaf,
a breath
captured,
collected,
Falling,
now fallen
in sweet
exhalation.
A volume of sighs —
oak & maple,
sassafras, linden,
& hickory —
strewn
at
our
feet.
— C.Birde, 11/18
Fixation — A Poem
“The Trees” — C.Birde, 11/18
The occlusion exists,
persists
resists clear sight.
We look, but do not see.
Focus trained myopically
on that bit,
that sliver,
that comfortable
shard of malleable truth.
Distortion…
Contortion…
Fleet glimpses of the whole
caught unexpectedly.
Insects trapped
in self-made amber —
dismissing whole forests
for the isolated
tree.
— C.Birde, 11/18
Rest — An Image
“Rest” — C.Birde, 11/18
Gently
— so gently —
the leaves drift
& fall.
Let them rest…
Let them share
— in rustling, rasping voice —
their tale
of fickle light
& forfeit height
with the
ever-patient
earth.
— C.Birde, 11/18
Sweetgum — An Image
“Sweetgum” — C.Birde, 10/18
Shining Sweetgum
sagely scatters
scores
of
seedpods,
spiked & spherical.
— C.Birde, 10/18
Toads — A Dream
“Frog” — C.Birde, 10/18
Caught within the tangle of scratching, leafless forsythias at the road’s edge — that pale, packed strip of gravel, bending, bow-like and away left and right. Beyond the road’s farther edge, where the intrusion of gravel gives way to tumbled brown earth; beyond the earth’s gradual slope and the slim, young trees arranged haphazardly over that gentle declination — a ribbon of glittering blue, a deep lake of still water, its surface stirred by breeze. They have already crossed, slipped through the trees, their hands tracing those slender trunks as they passed, headed for the water, out of sight.
Watching, caught within the forsythias’ whip-wand embrace. Bending forward, doubled over at the waist. Shaking head and hair — gently. The toads tumble earthward, dozens of small dull brown toads shaken gratefully free of entangling hair. Watching them hop and scatter in all directions.
Laughing.
Laughing.
— C. Birde, 10/18
Lost — An Image
“Lost” — C.Birde, 7/18
She is not lost,
locked away,
asleep in some rose-tangled
tower.
We have bartered
Her
for immediacy,
for convenience.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Chloro-Filled — An Image
“Chloro-Filled” C.Birde, 5/18
Filled —
with light and
life and
magic.
Each leaf a
cellular agreement,
an exchange
of breath.
Filled,
refilled —
chloro-filled.
— C.Birde, 5/18
Falling Above — A Poem
“Above” — C.Birde, 5/18
Overhead,
above –
an earthward
tumble
of song and
smoke,
d
o
w
n
through budding
trees.
Two small birds,
a palm’s worth
each…
Beating wings.
Knitted,
knotted feet.
Rivals –
singing,
calling,
falling
d
o
w
n.
For one fleet
moment,
I might
be crowned,
adorned in
feathered,
kinetic
strife.
— C.Birde, 5/18
Forest in Hand — A Poem
“Forest” — C.Birde, 4/18
Back bowed
to warming sun;
knees pressed
to earth –
withdraw each
tender seedling
from crisp,
sweet
leaf litter;
tug at that
connection,
at each pale,
elongated
stem and root
until –
unwilling –
the fibers
release.
Each pliant,
wrinkled leaf
a world
of innate
potential.
One hundred.
Two hundred.
Three…
To right,
moving headfirst
down the
parent tree,
Nuthatch watches,
mutters,
while Chickadee,
to left,
muses over
nest sites.
Rise,
forest in hand.
Determined
proliferation
of life
gathered,
in a small,
bouquet
of youngling
green.
— C.Birde, 4/18
