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.






when trees as gilded as bees

Above the 61st parallel, the colors of Autumn mark our parting with the bees, and the last days of real warmth. I had begun to transl...

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