Woodland White



Woodland White
Birch bark
Cool against my skin
Papery, peeling
Scars dark.
Delicate branches
Stretch towards
Slate skies.
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.


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