Trees of White Birch

Trees of White Birch
Written: © Maxima

Morning, and
The wind from the north
Brings only snowflakes, and
Contracts, as it
Hides in the trees of white birch.
Blacksmith above the sky
Sends smiles and greetings to
Yellow is the wheel, and
Barks out loud
As it makes oblivious
Blue contours around
The white birch.
Freshly baked bread aromas
In the early morning are
On the boundary of our
Sleeping faces, and
Evening when I write that letter
I so much
The sparkle in her eyes.
Not another word!