The Birch outside my window

The Birch outside my window waves

Her naked arms reach skyward still

Shed her skin upon the ground

Spent cells in multi-colors swirl

November's wet, grey blanket

Lays to rest Autumn's final fires

Rain soaked leaves and low cloud

Layers of a Winter shroud

Another season spent, she makes her bed

For sleep, sleep the long months ahead

Now early does the darkness fall

Now night will prevail the day

Claiming hours we thought our own

Adrift in a twilight grey

The Birch outside my window

Will hold her watch the winter long

While the Earth will rest

Until she will attest

The return of Spring's sweet song



Stone-Eater Added Nov 17, 2017 - 8:17am
Sehr schön !
The Burghal Hidage Added Nov 17, 2017 - 5:28pm
Danke! Die Himmel faellt dunkel und die laengste Monate uber der Erde kommen. Ich moechte bis das Licht schlafen.
opher goodwin Added Nov 18, 2017 - 3:57pm
Great poem. You caught it.
Passion Blues Added Nov 18, 2017 - 4:35pm
Thank you kind sir for your foray into the artistry that the written word can bring to life - you are on the right track. Don't be afraid to explore the beauty you have.
Mr. Congeniality Added Nov 18, 2017 - 6:36pm
I thought it said "The Bitch Outside my Window." Never mind.
The Burghal Hidage Added Nov 18, 2017 - 8:16pm
Opher & Blues - Thank you
Michael -  you may have confused this piece with the lost Dr. Seuss classic " Which Bitch is Which". Sorry!
Mr. Congeniality Added Nov 19, 2017 - 10:58am
LOL...I found it next to "Horton Hears a Ho."

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