And speaking of Tabatha, few weeks ago Tabatha Yeatts organized a Winter Poetry Swap. And through that swap I received a wonderful poem by Matt Forrest Esenwine that I would like to share with you today. Because he too is from the Northeast, his poem about birches and snow brought up images in my mind...and remembrances of heavy snow with birches bent low to touch the ground. We had some birches doing just that before Thanksgiving, but I couldn't find my pictures. I did finally locate some from last year though.
Matt also included a beautiful milkweed ornament, that arrived just in time to be added to our small "motel Christmas" tree we've used ever since our Thanksgiving weekend house fire in 2007.
Matt's had one bad spate of luck lately, mixed in with some pretty good stuff lined up to happen this year. Perhaps 2015 will hold easier, funner things! Hope so! It's definitely his time to shine!
Here's our beloved little tree with Matt's gift ornament - and after that is the poem he sent to me:
|It's a little tree in a big room, but it's very special to us.|
White birch branches
kissed by snow
bend down softly,
Their touch is tender,
time is slow -
til sprintime comes
and they let go.
©2014, Matt Forrest Esenwine
Thank you, Matt, for both the poem and the ornament!