The birch watches me
with a purely divine look -- of generous eyes.
The birch is the "watchful tree", with aspen eyes after dropping the branches that don't receive enough sunlight
Collection "Secrets & Believers"
Ivy climbs gnarled knotted trunks
Darker lines and streams divide where white wool digs below tufts of heather and tall tipped reeds Calm flat lakes vacate Pale hues of birch become rocky barren lands of moss and brown broken bracken Thick conifers multiplied for miles The mountain side tipped with ice Houses change like the hedgerow from new to old Some unfurnished whilst others glow
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You woo me deep
into the ecstasy of your pristine chasteness... where dry leaves of Aspen and Beech and Birch sussurate to the music of a lazy breeze, where Hummingbirds **** in frenzy nectar from the orange glees of the flame-of-the-forest trees, where Hawthorns lure the breeze to weave its vibrance in their domes of green glory, where shrunken streams bask in their white pebbly flourish. Like an enchantress, you lure me to the depth of your rapturous bliss! To say farewell, my heart pains. I leave a beat of my heart to ramble with the roving breeze perennially in your alluring meadows!
pale birch trees stand tall
long shadows seep into night lumberjacks slumber
Trying to get closer to a real haiku/senryu here. I've still got a long way to go before I get a handle on some of the intricacies.
Moe took a gulp from the jar
while Andy tried to spit out the tar Pincho looked at them and says if prez knows your bitter ways Moe filled himself and fell asleep Andy crept out to the deep Pincho didn't think of such loss scratching on wood to sharpen claws Moe keeps mumbling a sleepy chant then Andy dug himself in the sand so Pincho left out to the walk tracing his path with tail's stroke he released the chain, widely opened the door and started up dancing to the birch and more
Pincho is a wise old Cat. Nonfictional character)
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