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
Hum — A Poem October 19, 2022October 19, 2022 / Carrie Birde / 2 Comments “Asters” — C.Birde, 10/22 Clouds of bee-pricked asters hum while your voice – frilled in petals & promises – carries beyond the window’s tidy panes, weaves through the bloom & sway of October’s violaceous hue And though I reach for you, this separation – seen, unseen – remains. — C.Birde, 10/22
Little Dog Walks — A Poem September 22, 2022 / Carrie Birde / Leave a comment “Stand & Walk” — C.Birde, 9/22 Near the stop sign’s scarlet flare, our feet in a depth of green, green grass Patient – sensing, feeling, recollect- ing steps – we stand & wait for the sweep of Autumn’s mournful wings to p a s s. — C.Birde, 9/22
Yawn — An Image December 3, 2021 / Carrie Birde / Leave a comment “Yawn” — C.Birde, 12/21 “Drift with me through Autumn’s end,” she sighed & said. “Are you not as tired as I?” — C.Birde, 12/21
Forget Full — A Poem November 24, 2021 / Carrie Birde / 2 Comments “Forget Me Nots” — C.Birde, 11/21 The flowers confused blooming blue Forget-Me-Nots in November. — C.Birde, 11/21
Tea with Autumn — A Poem November 10, 2021 / Carrie Birde / 3 Comments “Leaf-Fall” — C.Birde, 11/21 Underfoot, restive shift & drift of fallen leaves – maple, oak, hickory. Above, broad sky stirred to depth of blue half-recalled, unprecedented. Linger, Autumn. The kettle boils – always have I time for you. — C.Birde, 11/21
Affirmation — An Image November 5, 2021 / Carrie Birde / 1 Comment “Sweetgum” — C.Birde, 11/21 “I shall wrap myself in Autumn blue, stitched all through with gold,” — her affirmation glittered, scattered light as she spoke — “& inhale the pale pink fragrance of the season’s final, faded rose…” — C.Birde, 11/21
Objection — A Poem November 3, 2021 / Carrie Birde / Leave a comment “Dried Oxalis” — C.Birde, 11/21 The oxalis – brought indoors before first frost, to save it from expiry – drops leaves wine-dark shriveled paper-dry Tongueless Mute objection of cold & dark to come. — C.Birde, 11/21
Exchange — An Image October 29, 2021 / Carrie Birde / Leave a comment “Exchange” — C.Birde, 10/21 “Come…” Her invitation arrived in a refrain of gold leaves… “We’ll watch the exchange of russet, ochre, bronze for green…” | | | — C.Birde, 10/21
Burnished — An Image October 15, 2021 / Carrie Birde / 2 Comments “Burnished” — C.Birde, 10/21 “Yes, day’s length shrinks, pinched at either end…” Her leaf-crowned head rustled agreement. “…but I’ve burnished the light to g o l d…” — C.Birde, 10/21