where the writers are

birch tree | birch tree

mary-wagner's picture
Heaven is framed by fifty-foot birch trees, tossed softly in the breeze at the Lake Michigan shore as snlight dapples the forest floor and cormorants skin the cold blue waters. A white frame cabin with a red room sits in a clearing near the bluff, a cedar bench swing weathered to silver nearby....
beverley-bie-brahic's picture
Sun shines through a half dozen triangular leaves left on the birch tree like--dare I say?--the harvest-colours of the stained glass in Beauvais.  It catches a strand of spider web:  transparent fishing line.  Twigs, leaves, catkins:  everything sways slightly.  Downstairs the new baby meows.