This birch wears it’s bark like a Dior dress,
sublime are it’s structure and details.
The shadow of a trinity of trees across rock
marks one of many spots to worship in the woods.
These trees wear their limbs
like curly haired twins.
Their feet close together
the birch stand shoulder to shoulder
weathering all seasons.
Just over the ridge
reside my dreams of Spring.
Leafy trees and blooming things;
the sun’s warm embrace, kisses on my face.
Like a sweet dream that lingers
the morning moon spies me through the trees
bestowing well wishes for the day.
Nature traced the line of every branch and limb.
She favors highlights in white.