Attend — A Poem

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“Forest Fable” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

Sweet-toasted

leaf-fall.

Crackle and

crunch.

Seduction

of trees’ collective

undress.

Observe

and pivot

beneath songbirds’

departure

over

under

through

Mark

the warp and weft

of praiseful wind

and heed

the crickets’ last call

and response.

Reign

of Autumn

scattered

shelled

hoarded

Attend.

Attend.

 

— C.Birde, 10/19

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“Hickory Nuts” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

 

 

 

Limits — A Poem

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“Limits” — C.Birde, 11/18

 

Concealing,

revealing in equal turns,

the length and breadth

of night extends

its reach,

paints the lonesome

oaks —

bereft of leaves —

in silence…

Feeling our way

to the edges of that

darkened,

incurious landscape —

heeding, perhaps,

the dormant promise

of dreams and rest and

contemplation —

we hold aloft spheres

of shivering,

self-limiting light,

fearful of what we might

discover.

 

— C.Birde, 11/18

 

The Swans — A Poem

“Swan” — C.Birde, 11/18

Four white bodies,

whiter

than Autumn snow;

sleek and blemishless

and smooth

as the far horizon;

     extending,

          reaching,

               stretching,

and –

with each near-silent,

muscular stroke –

                    beating

brisk air

to cream.

 

 

— C.Birde, 11/18