words from the woodland – where branches touch
‘birch trees’ Jane Tims
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fear of heights
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as dizzying to look up
in the forest
as down
into the abyss
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the trees taper so
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they lean
water birch
against fir
rubbed raw
where branches touch
or reach for one another
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and sudden, wrenching sounds
a branch swings back or breaks
loosed by a squirrel
burdened where crows complain
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or where a warbler scolds
teacher teacher teacher
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Copyright 2015 Jane Tims
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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
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