Best Silver Birch Poems
There once was a cranky old parrot
who had all the charms of a ferret.
She went to great ends
to get rid of friends
and now lives in a draft-y garret.
The draft made her sicker and sicker
which caused her to bicker and bicker.
She tried writing verse
which made matters worse
so that she would bicker much quicker!
She couldn't stop coughing and wheezing.
Her vanity there was no pleasing.
The truth of her curse
was no gift for verse
which she blamed on all of the breezing.
This made her get tougher and tougher.
Her verses got rougher and rougher.
She wouldn't stop writing,
but kept on delighting
in making the whole country suffer.
BY DALE GREGORY COZART
The parrot soon dropped off her high perch
From the top of an old silver birch
Now she’s no longer squawking
And her husband is walking
To see the old bird buried in church!
BY JAN ALLISON
the beauty of subtleties
there are one thousand shades of grey
each separate and distinct
across this desert month.
low gravid clouds puffed,
like the breasts of flocking doves
touch the earth transforming
to pearlescent, pale white gauze
caught in reaching branches.
steely water on the bay,
life sheltered far below,
rolls smooth as oil swells
dappled with foam.
ancient almost-dust leaves
kick up on my boot toe
as I scuffle through the wood
between beach and silver birch.
an owls lonely cry echoes
as it brushes by overhead
softsilent perhaps hunting
field mice or rabbits
November is gentle
in its iron frosts. calm, still,
as though waiting
a canvas barely sketched upon.
It`s peace in the forest, this night…
All stars gathered in the same breath;
The frost`s wolf chatters his white teeth;
Mourning old trees are all covered by light;
The wind increased his obsessive white;
Neighbors: the snowmen and a glass stag
When night is finally waving its white flag,
Dreams are hanged by luminous white of the height.
Winter buried its face in frozen white lands,
Long Snow drifts grew like glass clouds above
And covered the village and half of the church;
Sun seems a squeezed lemon by white hands.
Milk dawns, glass blower speaks slowly of love;
White field sounds with crows near one silver birch.
single silver birch
overlooks the whitened head stones
priest in black waiting.
The nights are long, the weather drear,
An eastern wind blows cold and keen –
This is the mean time of the year.
The clock’s go back and winter’s here.
Grey skies : the sun is seldom seen,
The nights are long, the weather drear.
Season of misty atmosphere,
Forgotten days that might have been.
This is the mean time of the year
When falling leaves will disappear
To leave a stark skeletal scene.
The nights are long, the weather drear.
The weeping willow sheds a tear
And silver birch looks lank and lean –
This is the mean time of the year.
Long icicles on roofs appear
Like gnashing teeth – a monster, mean.
The nights are long, the weather drear,
This is the mean time of the year.
Looking out upon my garden on spring morning
dew on grass, new shoots appearing natures best
daffodils, tulips, primrose, beautiful new life dawning
pollinators emerge collecting pollen after winter rest
evergreens coordinate with shade loving flowers
finding shelter in herbaceous borders, glorious
thoughts, aromas, wildlife reproducing new life
shafts of light creating shadows, expecting showers
seasons of change, pleasant celestial rays notorious
for encouraging wonderful blooms and loosestrife,
my old garden swing so inviting, comfortable perch
to rest my weary bones upon while my eyes delight
at natures wonders, shaded by my giant silver birch
potted Japanese acer so elegant sweetness and light
return of perennials as Mother Earth becomes warmer
sweet smelling Lavender, colourful penstemon,
sun loving helenium, gorgeous variegated geraniums
bursting into life invigorating garden transformer
rainbows of colour from blues yellows to salmon
old English roses perfume able to fill stadiums
so joyful now my garden is in bloom colourful and bright
with aromas from honeysuckle and Jasmine at night.
Composed on 02/04/2017.
Contest ode to flowers.
The Forest
The forest never
asks where it is
it always knows the way
be like the forest
You'll find me in the forest
Beneath the silver birch tree
With ribs in weaves of primrose
And stomach in knots of heather
What beauty today
In a land such as this,
Spinning blue skies
Dizzy from twirling leaves,
Stars in the water
Shining like sunken treasure,
Loose trees shifting
And dripping warm sun down their backs,
And everything, everything alive.
What beauty today,
In this land
Like a steady stream
That trickles through the forest,
I will persevere.
Though my journey is unknown,
I know I’ll reach the ocean.
Magnificent leaves
Beautiful tall pines and oaks
Mysterious, Dark
In this wild resplendent place
ferns unfurl softly green
below bearded mossy trees
rain falls, birds call, echoing
sound of deep forest
breathing
Its wild in here
yet so peaceful
your love has made a forest out of me
You are the forest
that I'm willing to explore even at the most dangerous and darkest area.
Just to discover
your beauteous mysteries.
As the wind blows
through the desolate trees
of a forbidden forest
and the falling of the leaves
is all that can be heard
everything stands, still
there is no time
only peace
Adventure has started
you have to capture my heart,
i will be running ,
so begin the hunt.
Be careful to choose the right path,
my forest is enchanted,
you might fall into a trap.
pick a weapon for this fight,
you must be cautios,
don't let me out of your sight.
i'll be hiding somewhere far,
watch your moves,its dangerous,
i could leave you a scar.
i think you have a chance to win,
just let your mind run wild
and keep your heart clean.
Love,is like a forest,
so big, mystifying, and enchanting,
yet,so evil, dark, and dangerous.
Life,is like a tree in a forest,
one out of many but individually beautiful, with
amazing aspects,yet,ordinary, overpowering, or underwhelming.
Friendship,like a branch on the tree.
a part that makes something, different,
and wonderful,yet,differing, imperfect, and vast.
We are a part of the forest.
In the forest of hope,
One will find tranquility, prosper, and love,
In the forest of hope,
One is all and all is one.
In the forest of doubt,
One will find hostility, failure, and evil,
In the forest of doubt,
One is none and none is one.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Tall, slender, supermodel tree,
elegant trunk dappled silvery milk.
Waif-like leaves dance in the breeze,
flirt and flutter, a skirt of silk.
Arms reach skyward, lean and long,
slim limbs covering sylph-like form.
Sinewy shoulders, but still strong,
stoop and sway in the surging storm.
Birds, taking cover, settle light,
build their nests and sing their songs,
squirrels scurry to highest height,
survey their kingdom, where they belong.
What tales could you tell, towering tree,
of flora, fauna, humans too?
What wisdom will you share with me?
I will listen with respect for you.
Ruth Mawdsley
September 2019
It snowed heavily in Ireland for the past month and just last week the thaw set in
and I wrote this poem.......
After the thaw
birds swim the sky
exuberant
warmed by a light drizzle
falling on pear coloured fields
they drink in a saturated land
Gliding from cedar to spruce
great canopies of army green,
the gulls alight from a satin sky
to branches covered in lichen
where pistachio ivy clings
Sweeping over a shrouded sea
liquorice birds blot the view.
as blackbirds gather
on the arching limbs
of a ivory silver birch
rejoicing
in a melting morning
Motionless, the tree stands proudly,
Water droplets hang, like diamonds shine,
I shut out the birds calling loudly,
This magical moment is only mine.
The fog's lifted gently rolled away,
Bejewelled the tree shimmers there,
The sun dances, making rainbows play
Around the branches leafless and bare.
I catch my breath at the sheer beauty,
This precious moment makes me stop,
No other thoughts, or deeds, or duty,
Suspended, just like each water drop.
I gaze in awe and silent wonder,
This moment I know is heaven sent,
Often too busy, my work does plunder
Time; my appreciation does prevent.
The sun grows brighter, warmer, stronger,
The spectrums' rays intensify,
The vision holds just a moment longer,
Then like a dream it fades, and I
Am looking at the Silver Birch,
A lovely tree, but just a tree,
The moment's over that made my heart lurch,
The magic's gone; sadly I am set free.
How about some free verse
That’s what Kim is asking for
Whatever my heart desires
What more could I ask, I know
Love maybe, so over subscribed
Nature is the same, hmm
How about the red ladybirds
In my garden they have a home
Did you know that from 2 spots
To 22 are on this little bug
Love to see them when in flight
When sent home with a shake
In my eyes she is a friend
Welcome whenever she likes
Making sure a silver birch
In the garden is kept just as she wants.
“Fly away ladybird
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire
your children are none”
Penned 28 May 2013
Everything that time or tide may tell
a silver birch rise in an azure sky
Moonbeam with its wrinkles and dry mouth
captivated by the mournful music
The perception of something eternal
is in itself a utopia -
but an encouragement on a cloudy day
Don't tear up the roots or retouch the story
An eternal escape as the waves
Morals and principles despite the prize
The traces of a heart that sought balm
will be buried in the underworld forever
17.03.2023
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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.
In April time a sea of blue,
A fragrant carpet 'tween the trees
Transforms the ancient woodland view
The silver birch and oak and yew
Have bright green growth as Spring decrees,
In April time a sea of blue
Saplings sailing on a sea of blue,
Their rigging waving in the breeze
Transforms the ancient woodland view
For centuries bluebells would strew
The forest floor and woodland leaze,
In April time a sea of blue
These fragrant flowers bedecked with dew,
Sparkling like waves upon the seas
Transforms the ancient woodland view
Alas, it's time to bid adieu
And leave the flowers to bumble bees.
In April time a sea of blue
Transforms the ancient woodland view
leaf litter
posted each autumn-
tree greetings
trees laid bare
exposed each autumn-
squirrels dreys
treecreeper
on woodland depends-
small copses
tulip trees
rosewood mahogney-
history
monkey trees
evergreen woonders-
enigmas
tinder bark
silver birch paper—
woodsmen know
sycamore
an old invader—
summer shade
proud and tall
not phased by winter—
Norway spruce
the mighty
oaks home to many—
oceans sailed
bare scratches
spring sap sweet tasty—
trees bleed too
winter storm
trees turn to whistles—
squirrels dance
leaf litter
the spoils of autumn—
the trees rest