March — A Poem




“Maple Snow” — C.Birde, 2017

March –



Caught betwixt

winter and spring,

hurling crocuses one day,

storm-born snow the next.

A month at odds

with itself,

conquest and

new growth

folded into

its very



— C.Birde, 3/17


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“Crocus” — C.Birde, 2016


Four Paws — A Poem

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“White Wood Aster” — C.Birde, 9/16


Four paws pause

on the mountain’s graveled flank —

she gathers news

from weed and shrub,

root and stone;

pulls me along.

No matter that I am

near senseless to all

she perceives –

I am content

to wait and contemplate

the weave of breeze

among branch and leaf

pressed to the breast

of gray-clad sky;

to gather for safe-keeping

the coruscating mantras

of crickets, birds and tree frogs

as wards against

future silence.

I am content

to admire those

steely wildflowers

that scatter fairy light

over the forest’s

parched floor

for as long

as I am permitted…

Until, urgently,

I am pulled

to move again —

rapidly and ever onward —

toward the next




–C.Birde, 9/16


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“Four Paws” — C.Birde, 9/16

Morning Walk — Images

We walked this morning. Two bipeds, one quadruped, together breathing in a mild mid-morning.

Rattlesnake Meadow

“Rattlesnake Meadow” — C.Birde, 11/27/15

Rattlesnake Meadow flickered with a wind’s breath that slipped between blown cattails. Snowbirds tittered and darted with sparrows too quick, too subtle for my eye to name.

Blown Cattails

“Blown Cattails” — C.Birde, 11/27/15

A Red-tailed Hawk skimmed the meadow’s reed-sawn edge to roost in a slow-decaying tree. Patient, he surveyed the landscape. So much hidden within those pale grassy blades — I missed the Snowy Egret; I’m certain he did not.


“Totem” — C.Birde, 11/27/15

At our walk’s end, a white-tailed deer wove ahead across our path, unconcerned by our intrusion. A fortunate start to a late-November day.

Readjustment — A Truth

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“Climbing Norumbega Mountain” — C.Birde, Sept. 2015

I think I am in withdrawal — no more two-, three-, four-plus-hour hikes through landscape that transforms and surprises with shift of wind and sunlight’s exposure. No more sandwiches and chocolate atop weathered, bald-capped mountains; nor the chitter and scold of red squirrels, otherwise silent as breath. The Canine Electron, I am certain, misses the adventure, as well.

But today — this moment, right here, right now — is lovely. A great depth of Autumn sky sprawls above our small, familiar patch of Earth. Together, we have put some miles beneath our eager feet.

Electron on Day Mountain — A Truth

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Walking the Electron up Day Mountain —

four nimble feet landing in six places at once,

while we, behind,

mere bipeds,

plod by comparison,

one foot after the other set

upon the soil with intention.

Pause near the summit —

cool air, warming sun;

lunch on the rough slope of pink granite

that spills gently off

amidst uplifted pine boughs.

Huge blue water in the distance,

deep and sparkling, scattering light.

On our feet again —

the Electron recharged, re-energized,

pulling us along in her wake,

in six directions at once.