11.白桦

Lesson Eleven

The Birch Tree

Under my window

Tucked in the snow

White birch retired

Clad in silver glow.

On the fluffy branches

Snowy-trim with silver-tinge

Melted around catkins

Forming white fringe.

Like golden fires

Snow-flakes blazed

While birch stood still

Asleep, or amazed.

Meanwhile, lazily

Strolling around,

Dawn threw more “silver”

On the twigs (and ground).