The Paper Birch (Trochiac Petrameter)
The Paper Birch
The peeling bark glows pure as snow
Like hearts content in love they know
Tho layers fall and rust appears
Eternal joy doth vanquish fears
When lightning strikes and clouds rain hail
The forest floor draws close its veil
Where flowers bloom ‘till thoughts of you
Spring forth like lilies’ passion hue
And thus alone still shining bright
The Paper Birch forgives the night
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
