nichepoetryandprose

poetry and prose about place

words from the woodland – where branches touch

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‘birch trees’ Jane Tims

 

~

fear of heights

~

as dizzying to look up

in the forest

as down

into the abyss

~

the trees taper so

~

they lean

water birch

against fir

rubbed raw

where branches touch

or reach for one another

~

and sudden, wrenching sounds

a branch swings back or breaks

loosed by a squirrel

burdened where crows complain

~

or where a warbler scolds

teacher teacher teacher

~

~

Copyright  2015  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

February 2, 2015 at 7:04 am

Posted in remembering place, writing

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  1. lovely painting jane and beautiful poem!

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    Lee

    February 2, 2015 at 3:14 pm

    • Hi Lee . Thanks! Looking forward to some walks in the woods next summer. Jane

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      jane tims

      February 2, 2015 at 3:38 pm

  2. Thank you for this non winter poem on such a cold day. I am always warmed by your paintings and your poems.

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    Carol Steel

    February 2, 2015 at 8:59 am

    • Hi Carol. I always try to match the poem I present with the season, but you are right – a summer poem on a cold day … I think I’ll do it again! Jane

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      jane tims

      February 2, 2015 at 10:07 am


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