Birch trees line the path
Some are swaying or bending
Strong lessons for life?
. . . I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
"Birches" by Robert Frost
Beautiful black and white photo. And your haiku is wonderful!
ReplyDeletebeautiful shot! thanks for sharing the poem, too.
ReplyDeleteA very poetic post today Kate! I love the photo!
ReplyDeleteThis is a pretty shot. The wall makes a perfect background.
ReplyDeleteI also love this photo!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful black & white study.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful composition, Kate!
ReplyDeletegreat shot and I enjoyed the Poem.
ReplyDeleteA striking photo! Works well with the words from Robert Frost.
ReplyDeleteNice monochrome shot.
ReplyDeleteThey look good in black and white!
ReplyDeleteI love birch trees and like it a lot that Robert Frost did too.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite tree is the birch. Too bad we don't have any down thisaway.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you've presented this one Kate, b&w against the brick wall looks excellent.
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