Wednesday, March 02, 2016

a birch tree in winter

Embrace this absence of the leaves.
Come, dream with her on a hillside
where braided rivers of branches
stretch their lengths to the sea-gray sky.

They tremble with wordless whispers
while the claws of the wind toss them
till the sun sinks like an anchor,
a blaze of flame over water.

They beckon beyond the sunset
as keys to a hidden city
where pockets are filled with stardust,
and shadows kiss before they flee.


bluestorm said...

Marvelous writing, Flame. I feel privileged to be able to read your poetry here.
Thank you!

Iulia Flame said...

Dear bluestorm, nothing could bring me more joy than to provide a splash of color to an artist like yourself. :) Thank you.

harrypotterpower said...

Dear Julia
You posted a poem by Ivan Franko with the line "A thousand years of sorrow".
Do you know what year he wrote that?
Do you have a ukrainian version?
Regards, Julie-Anne

(for erin) when i ask, where have the redpolls gone, and why the silence at my seed station your eyes, unbidden twin candles startle ...

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