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Poetry: “Birch”

About this reliable way to tell the seasons.



The birch
Shows me
The seasons
As year
Turns on
And on
The bare
Of winter
Turns green
And bright
In spring

The color
Slowly darkens
As summer
Her skirts
Then cold
Frost nights
Brings yellow
To color
Birch’s leaves

They tumble
Down in
Howling winds
A golden
Then all
That’s left
Is branches bare
That’s tipped
In winter’s frost


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