Trees of White Birch

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
Earth.
Yellow is the wheel, and
Dog
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…
Evening when I write that letter
I so much
Love
The sparkle in her eyes.
“Love”
Not another word!

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6 thoughts on “Trees of White Birch

  1. kayuk April 25, 2013 at 06:31 Reply

    Lovely visuals

  2. ane April 23, 2013 at 10:10 Reply

    Poet whose verses are full of charm and fascination and tenderness

  3. I HAVE A VOICE April 22, 2013 at 22:58 Reply

    wistful !

  4. adinparadise April 22, 2013 at 14:28 Reply

    Freshly baked bread and sparkling eyes……..what a nice combination. 🙂

  5. Anis Rahman April 22, 2013 at 09:00 Reply

    Reblogged this on Anis Rahman.

  6. Diana şi Dan April 22, 2013 at 08:07 Reply

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