Four Birch Trees

Bursting out of earth
Cool and fresh as spring water,
A fountain of green.

A full petticoat,
Rustling like silk with small birds
The sound of summer.

A shower of gold
Falls on the back of a hill,
King of gods disguised.

Black and white and grey
On a wash of rain and wind,
Pencilled by Whistler.


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