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

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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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    February 2, 2015 at 3:14 pm

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


      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


      jane tims

      February 2, 2015 at 10:07 am

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