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Poetry: “Birch”

About this reliable way to tell the seasons.

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Birch

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

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

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

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