Morning Poem, August 15, 2014

Sycamore and Birch

In the southern mountains, the sycamore and birch line the banks of the young rivers. These are water-loving trees and, where their growth is not interrupted, their great, ragged trunks lean out over the water and their branches, stretching east from the west and west from the east, meet above the stream, their million tiny fingers entwining like thatch so that, in summer, when foliage is full, the river is completely entunneled and shaded from bank to bank.

Copyright 2014

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