together enduring
the winter wind’s pruning
cleaved unto each other
Birch Family
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
together enduring
the winter wind’s pruning
cleaved unto each other
Nostalgia! These nice photos bring back fond memories of when we lived in Northwestern Ontario!
So glad to spark a memory!
For sure!
I kind of feel as though this is a metaphor for how we need to stick together and lean into each other when adverse conditions try to pry us apart.
Yes and “stick together” we must! 😉
I love birch trees. We have many around here that look exactly like your photo with all the sticks on the ground. Never thought to take a photo of it. You have made me see the same view a different way and that’s a good thing!
Ah! Thanks for letting me know!! You made my day.
Love the image and the words. Not so many birch trees here but I do love the ancient presence of my big gum trees. I often wonder what tales these trees could tell us.
I wonder what tales the trees could tell too. Trees are some of my favorite beings.
I have an old tree in my paddock I call The Warrior Tree because it looks very battle scarred. It has been hit by lightening and has a big hollowed out area at the base. Sometimes kangaroos lie there to escape the heat of the day. I also imagine our indigenous people sheltering under that tree too,
Wow! What a marvelous and sacred place that Warrior Tree is and I love the name❣️
Thank you Catherine.
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I always like photos of birch. thanks for this one.
your most welcome Allan
That’s one of my fovourite trees; so nice colors (above all in autumn); it does not hide the light of the sun.
I totally agree with your beautiful words, here: I…we…need to be really together, always, and above all when winter (soul winter) knoks and strikes…
knocks * sorry
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❤️ yes