I would make my home
in the trunk of a birch tree,
if I could; a small cavity hewn
into hollow, set against the ruin
of squall and bitterness.
And when a buff-tip moth emerges,
branch-like, and wonders,
wintered, if our birch is asleep
or dead, I will tell her
what this tree has seen –
the long desolation of an ice age,
yet was the first to renew, and
will be the earliest to leaf,
that its roots are waking
from annelid dreams,
the journeys of worms, stirred
by light to movement
in the unravelling of a March.
"Birch Tree" poignantly intertwines nature's resilience with human experience, using the birch as a symbol of renewal amidst adversity. 🌳🍃✨@DeeringRachel
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Ed. @MatthewMCSmith
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