Birch

Birchtrees

Just this morning

In a rare ray

I caught him

Twirling his gold

Flecks in the ripples

Of the wind

Wealth of the riverbed

Dusting his silver branches

With buoyant flickering

Like a thousand moths

Doomed by Midas

Lewis Fenton

 

Image credit: Woodbury, Charles H.

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