Short Birch Poems
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Bark
fragments-
a quiver
tree begins to
age.
Ekphrasis after Bark as art by Katherins Keats -Shell Photo Comp 2006
Birch wood trees,
Black and White
Green grass grows,
fresh
Flowers bloom,
but hide
Sun gleams yellow,
Thoughts take flight
Nostrils flair
As scents waft in
Gasoline
Wet asphalt
Rain pours down
Cars muddle by
I safe in my perch
Safe in my birch
Still unbent by time
The forgotten ramblings of an old acorn,
Will never become anything.
A mighty and tall tree,
Will not yield to the axe below.
But it still falls.
white keys of birch trees
black keys of spruces and pines -
music of twilight
8.20.2019
One Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Parise
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5
bare birch tree swaying
blizzard blows away branches ~
chiding chickadee
5th December 2022
For Tania Kitchin's "Winter Nature Themed Haiku" contest
White birch on Summer's fence,
Reminds me of a better place,
Or time,
Before the leaves bloomed in,
Or fell like blood pours,
Crimson,
Only to dry and rust away,
On the drive of somewhere long ago.
Birch Tree in Early Spring
Every breath of wind
stirs the branches,
each
with a drop of
yesterday’s rain,
frozen in the moment,
sparkling now in the sun,
like a thousand diamonds,
and I,
I am dazzled.
Blown along this windward stretch
Dressy shadowy
As light of step, skied a-twirl
Savour each birch-girl.
Swept, enriched, up in whose fame
Dazzles ghostily
Now to whose art converted
Pavlova's; well-bred.
Gray arteries
are laid bare
An altar
is beset
by hands
of crones
begging alms
in pulses
of arboreal blood
grasping
at drab vestments
of indifferent sky
1st Place
Early June Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Submitted: 6/6/17
Across horizons
From skies to Earth
Serenading within
Ancient wood
Enduring blossoms
Whisper abound
Time is trivial
Sunlight reigns
To time everlasting
Resonating life
A fullness of peace
In silence of shadows
A symbiotic citadel
Life undisturbed
Birkenrinde / Birch Bark / Corteza de abedul (Haiku)
Die Birkenrinde
Wie hell sie so schön erstrahlt
Im hellen Lichtschein
The bark of birches
Shines so beautifully bright
In clear sunlight
Corteza de abedules
Tan maravillosamente brilla
En clara luz del sol
confounded again
Croesus latitarsus
birch sawfly larvae
Found these Birch sawfly larvae (8th June 2018), on a self-seeded Silver birch sapling growing on the upper bank of my pond. Not sure but I think the bright colours could mean they are unpalatable?
A BIRCH TREE'S CONFIDENCE
A young tree stands tall
Rooted to the woodland floor
Thinks itself immune
To all the struggles in store
As ignorant as a child
THE WEEPING WILLOW'S LAMENT
In the end, all trees
Must surrender to decay
Seep into the dirt
Shut their eyes and slip away
It’s a fate none can escape
The bark of the birch - it’s curled for peeling
as the whippoorwill commands the block.
I fill my lungs with the pine-riddled air,
discounting the call of the clock.
A trickle of water escapes the hose,
a new pepper has sprouted - no, a pair!
Pleased with the snips of roses I chose,
apart from a vase, I haven’t a care.
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
White-covered ground.
Frozen all around.
Twenty feet tall white birch trees.
The only snow I see all around.
Yes, that's where he took me.
I begged as he said get down.
Get down on your knees.
I said please, I'm begging you, please.
He said I'm doing it to you.
What they done to me.
There I lay watching my spirit fly away.
As he just walked away.
Watching Fargo
11/ 23 / 2015 Monday 10: 55pm
Ramble Through a Birch Forest
the path is straight and narrow
not a rock in the way
birches as far as the eye can see
their trunks, like tall slender
asparagus stalks, reach skyward
their caps, leaves bunched
at the top like celery
I look at their white bark
imagining sweet birch beer
distilled or the sturdy canoes
dug out of tough trunks
I would like to stop
and ponder these things
but I must keep my date
with you
Cover me with the haze of
Fragmented years,
Let me sleep through this autumn
Where rains greedily devour
Dying leaves,
And streams flow into the rotten silence.
Clothe me with the moss
Which grew in the wrinkles of the forehead,
Make me senseless for the cruel fingers of the northerly wind,
And the silver which dwells
On Venus Hill,
Just leave my eyes naked
To count in them rings of the birch tree,
Which cut down
Our unmeasurable distance.
A backdrop of orange gives birth to hues anew. Singing it's praises 'pon the birch tree,
co-mingling with the shade beneath it's hanging branches and it's leaves so rusty brown.
creating variations no where else that could be found.
Shining it's light over the yonder hills, obscuring shadows and forms, accentuating the
sienna grass some more, till the birch tree seems an orange blaze amidst an ocean conclave
that lives eternal in those that would dare remember it.