Emma Goodridge-Hobson Poet Free verse

The Silver Birch

The white leather creaks
As damp pith breathes 
Thin and strong
Against a solemn sky. 

As branches again take
Punishment from northern winds
The trunk stands firm
Steeling itself for the assault ahead. 

Straight despite the brutish
Harsh and relentless gusts
The leather flakes and peels
Like a snake shedding skin. 

Ready for the new birth
Another year is coming
A cycle of the earth and sun,
Rain, wind, snow, all will befall it. 

Evermore the silver birch
A symbol of strength through adversity
Stands tall with smoke like branches
Ready to add another ring to its life.

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Daniel Turner March 30, 2023 at 10:16 AM This is a wonderful poem. Emma. I love trees. A subject I too write about often. I also have a birch tree growing in my yard, so this poem is special to me:) Emma Goodridge-Hobson March 30, 2023 at 11:20 AM That’s lovely, thank you. I was walking in the forest yesterday and the birch trees stood out.