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A Poem for Valentine’s Day

To A Silver Birch

Why does your tall trunk tempt me so
with its silky shift of silver?

I long to peel your fragile bark,
touch your feathery foliage.

Instead your latticed lacy boughs
lie silent, patiently waiting,

waiting for the wind to whisper
its songs of a southerly air.

With your bare, crinkled carapace
your stark winter beauty dazzles.

I brush apart your spring green branches
to search for bluebells in the grass.

Cloaked by your summer canopy,
I can gaze through a lime-green veil.

But I prefer your golden dress
in which you welcome shorter days.

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It’s nearly Spring.

A revised version of my poem ‘To a Silver Birch’ in honour of Spring which is slowly awakening.  Not truly a Spring poem but the fresh green is so much part of this time of year.

Why does your tall trunk tempt me
with its silky shift of silver?
I long to peel your papery bark,
fondle your feathery foliage.
Instead your lattice of lacy boughs
lies quietly waiting,
waiting for the wind to whisper
songs of a southern air.

Your silhouette and crinkled carapace
amaze me in December.
I brush apart your spring-green branches
to search for bluebells in the grass.
Concealed beneath your summer canopy
I gaze through a lime-green haze.
But I love you best in your golden dress
as you welcome shorter days.