Birches in Winter
May 31, 2012 § Leave a comment
White bark and lint-flecked trunks,
branches bare as cello strings to be plucked by the wind.
I sigh into this solitude
vacate the hollowed spaces within
Let them lie fallow untilled.
The bird black in the boughs
shivers at the paucity the brevity of leaves
and I in my wandering sit on the bank
and throw stones for the thrush to mistake for snails
Hammering yielding the soft flesh of yesteryear
But today no more
The snails are shells empty in the blight
like my thoughts, the sky and the trees.
From ‘Island of Feathers’
A collection of lyric writings by Marie-Claire Colyer