Birkenshaw
Towering above
Grey and green
Surrounding on all sides
Spaced as if to consider each other.
My palm to cool, papery bark
I gaze up in to the sparse canopy
And feel small.
4/3/2022 – ATM
Author’s Note:
A day late, but I celebrated too hard Friday night and could not get adequate brain function yesterday. (Yes, I am too old for that. 🙂 ) With Haggard Hawks twitter account as a prompt, I feel in love with the idea that a Birch tree grove had a name…I fell in love with Birches through Gustav Klimt, and then got to hike through a birkenshaw during a trip to Colorado. It was majestic. My words do not do justice.
The coffee, the diesel, the methamphetamine 