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Broken skin on the birch trees;
curled silver taking in the light
and returning a muted glow to the air.
I wonder, do they prefer this smoky light
to the carnival glare of unbridled sun?
There is a gravity about the atmosphere,
as if they hold some deciduous secret,
waiting for it to be unlocked.
It’s all about trees at the bar…climb on up.
Birches
18 Saturday Jan 2014
Posted in poems
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Broken skin on the birch trees;
curled silver taking in the light
and returning a muted glow to the air.
I wonder, do they prefer this smoky light
to the carnival glare of unbridled sun?
There is a gravity about the atmosphere,
as if they hold some deciduous secret,
waiting for it to be unlocked.
It’s all about trees at the bar…climb on up.
Poetry on the run 
ah i bet they have plenty of secrets…and the bark curls like scrolls…we used to pretend as kids they held secret messages….
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My heart beats strongly for birch forests… it’s something special with those white trunks … ahh I cannot wait for May..
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You have captured what I feel about birches exactly – the mystery, as if they are keeping a secret they will unfold with new leaves come spring.
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I agree, Ron. Birches and their silvery color create a very special kind of atmosphere.
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The mystery of nature is wondrous and beautiful and you have given justice to it through the vividness and crispness of your words.
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Love the ending… I do think they have secrets.
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very cool… i agree on the atmosphere…and always found birches the most elegant trees… on my way to work in the middle of a roundabout is a bunch of birch trees and i greet them every morning…
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One really does wonder what they think… I do think the atmosphere adds to the poem. Well penned.
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you honor the striking beauty of the birches so well with a touch of intelligence, the sort of wisdom that only seems to come with unanswered, or unanswerable questions.
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Love that line: carnival glare ~
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I specially like the ending: if they hold some deciduous secret,
waiting for it to be unlocked. Lovely share ~
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..ah, yes—full of secrets you’ll ne’er know when it’ll get revealed before your ears… and everyday, we wait patiently & with increasing curiosity… smiles…
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Secret and perhaps sacred…layers that we have no right to peel?
I enjoyed this. 🙂
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I love your description of the peeling bark.
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I love birch trees. They have a mystical feel to them, ghostly perhaps. I loved your poem. Thank you.
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I really enjoyed this. My father used to bring me pieces of fallen birch barkwith a note written upon them.
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this was good trom leaf to root, i liked your play with deciduous too
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You gave those birch a very dignified feel…and they are too. Love the photo and that beautiful carpet of moss…so beautiful.
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I dig how descriptive your words are…the beauty of them rivals the image you chose…I like your style.
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No doubt they hold a multitude of secrets.. they’ve witnessed untold mysteries. I love There is a gravity and atmosphere in your short poem that is weightier than the few words.
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Interesting. They are quite solemn trees, but thinking about it, they seem to laugh in the sunshine too, just like humans.
Ciao
Pea
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Quite lovely.
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Love the notion of a ‘deciduous secret’ Ron – lovely stuff.
(I have discovered if I only have blogger running and naught else – things are a touch speedier – keyboard still playing up – missing out letters and spaces left right and centre – thank heavens for spell check!)
Anna :o]
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What secrets will the trees reveal if they could only talk? They have been witnesses to a lot of things.
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You know I love the picture! Visual learner here. This poem made complete sense. 🙂
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maybe I should include pictures with all of them.
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Entirely up to you. But it might keep one follower to quit thinking “Whatchoo talkin’ bout, Ronald?”
Actually it might keep two followers from asking that…..you know….the other one of me. lol
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