Woodland White

  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 … Continue reading Woodland White