Short Birches Poems

Winter birches in stoles of rime
Shiver in the mist and gently chime...

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Silver birches creak 
in rasping winds so sublime
A frog leaps upward...

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laughter arises
beneath the spreading birches
close-knit cousins play...

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fire
scintillating spark
burning in birches
fanned by your flaming
crest...

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The steel birches shone
So tall in the global wood,
And then clear-cut rent....

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crystal, clear, blue skies
grace ermine laden birch trees…
silent, bowed sentries...

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RIVER STAND

The birches stand fast,
Stranded between river and
Man’s irreverence....

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The white three-pronged birch
pale, punctuating, parchment,
chalk strokes on green board....

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through stretch of birches
in the quiet blue sky soars
the eagle with grace


Cynthia...

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white paper birches
shimmer in the soft breezes
warm summer sighing

May 22, 2021...

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The wolf wind rakes its teeth
across the stanchions of paper birches
seeming to peel strips of bark
rolling back the pristine white flesh
to the tanned heart....

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MOONLIGHT   LOVER



Silver slippered moonlight  glides over the glade
Kisses the birches as they shine
Tastes  the stream ripples rayed
And drinks deep  the shallow  sea’s brine....

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MOON   LOVE



On silver slippers moonlight
Glides over the glade
Kisses the birches as they shine
Dips in the  shellfish  pool bright  
Drinks up the stream ripples rayed
And tastes the shallow sea’s brine....

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group of white birches
stand tall upon the hillside
gentle golden boughs

young firs by the lake
thrive drinking the fresh aqua
early autumn browns

periwinkle sky
gazes at its reflection
dying wildflowers


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Milky moon on earth is peeping
By the mountain whitish pane
Gusts of wind with icy kisses
Rattle people in the train
Pines birches laden laden
Shivering in the village lane

In the snowy nights of winter
Thousand yarns of days of yore
To the lady wind they whisper...

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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...

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We like to respond to
Oysters on sea beaches
Rustling branches in the wood
Love the tall birches
Dews drop as she blushes

Cucumbers smile on thatch
Roses call from your pots
Umpteen snails roam 
Inquiringly on moist spots
Sands sparkle at riverside
Elegant horses we ride


September 27, 2017...

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The St. Petersburg river Neva
has sunk into yellow birches,
The St. Petersburg river Neva
has sunk into quivering aspens,
And into the dark-blue eyes of one woman.
River Neva has dressed up into autumn,
River Neva has decorated herself with gold leaves.
She thinks about something with smile -
Summer will come back again....

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The spring brook 
ran through the sun dappled woods
like a child at recess,
tumbling pebbles and tossing sticks.
The brook babbles of up coming May,
as it roars past the roots 
of skunk cabbage, and barren birches.
Blue jays and robins drink at its edge
singing with the nectar, the run off,
the rebirth of ice, to pure water....

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The rain walks along the street,
He kisses the pavement.
Windowes of houses in his tears,
The umbrellas of people shine with his drops.
Yellow birches bend their heads,
They throw gold along ground,
And leaves -- the small ships float along the rain pools.
Autumn sits in a forest near the river
and plaits a wreath of multi-coloured leaves....

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I was born in May!

I was born in a joyful night.

I had my beginning –

when the new earrings and stars were on birches,

when the lilac and tulips blossomed.

I appeared, when oceans warmed,

And dawn came more beautiful. 

I was born in May: 

I am wild and affectionate.

At night time when the guitar sang,

My life started!...

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The pensiveness of the sky
is broken by the cry of a crow,
by trees distilling intimacy
and moist, vibrant expectancy.
Violets, ferns, and birches
share life-giving vapors.
The chalk-bleak horizon
and pungent, poignant odors
whisper sonorous secrets.
The visitor is enveloped
in this pithy, soulful world,
all cells saturated
with a suggestive sustenance....

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It's the silence I have learned to love. Sunrise on a nesting gull or a marsh wren's call to its mate, the moment the tides shift from ebb to flow.

To the consternation of my doctor and relatives, as I grow older I hear and see so much better . . .

light on the river
alone with birches and willows
and my breath song


Published - Cattails - Winter, 2016...

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My heart raged like a black sea over shore;
 then anchored he in the depths of an unsure land,
a bleak morrow trickling from the neck of an hour-glass
unto the bottom of a slave - ship. 

I breathe in the stench of whipped pride,
at sun set beyond the Atlantic, 
as breeze of pines and autumn birches
 flog nostril hairs; and stiffened gazes,
trod the white screens day and night...

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It's the silence I have learned to love.  Sunrise on a nesting gull or a marsh wren's call to its mate,  the  moment  the tides shift from ebb to flow.

To the consternation to my doctor and relatives, as I grow older I hear and see so much better. . .


river light
with birches and willows
gratefully alone
with falling leaves
and my breath song 


Published Cattails January 2016...

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