Birches

Birch Grove
By Stephanie Williams

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.