My silver birch
shivers light through leaves,
catches rain at pearl point,
tosses boughs in wind waft
and spatters the sky
with shaken green.
Author notes
I live in the (recently dubbed) City of Brighton. I planted this birch outside the sitting-room window.
A contest entry
- Tree in the City ~ biographical or descriptive # 86 Winklings and Friends by Lyndon.
5000 points, ended June 12, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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simply beautiful
"My silver birch
shivers light through leaves,
catches rain at pearl point,
tosses boughs in wind waft
and spatters the sky
with shaken green."
i love it
congrats on the silver
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Beautiful poem.
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Cute and elegant.
Makes me want to go plant a birch tree in my backyard.
I wonder what my parents would say if i did that..
Beautiful writing.
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For such a brief poem, this one packs punch! I love your descriptive phrases..which paint a lovely picture of this beautiful tree. Congratulations on the HM.
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You do love your little tree!
There must be a Brighton or two in every anglo-nation.
'catches rain at pearl point' is eye-catching. Pretty poetry.
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A beautiful write Mum. Lovely depth of feeling. Good imagery, flow and tone. Vivid descriptives. You paint a delightful picture of this special tree. Well penned and much enjoyed. Best wishes in the contest.
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What a lovely little poem! Quite a perfect thing of its kind!
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Hallo Kevin
and thank you so much for reading and commenting on this one. It has been a bad 15 months for me one way or another and I've nearly emailed you a couple of times. That nearly is just not good enough, so I shall email you over the next two or three days and really make contact again. I love my little tree too.
Joy
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