Woodland White Birch bark Cool against my skin Papery, peeling Scars dark. Delicate branches Stretch towards Slate skies. Unseen, Tangled roots reach down, Frigid anchors In an icy ground. And it is hard For me to fathom As I rest my cheek Against the smooth Frosted skin of The birch That inside - -Somewhere deep inside Deep in the heart Of this frozen tree, This imperious sentinel, There is something As sweet as life, The promise of a Summer Leaf.
What a beautiful prompt! Woodland White reminds me of growing up in a neighborhood on the edge of a forest. We spent hours playing in the snowy trees.