A Different Child

08 Feb

The Birch, leaning between poplars, oaks, maples, and pines;

In clouded moon, rising without shine,

Bows the parent, in winter’s heavy fallen snow.


Winged mother’s samara seeds, “Helicopters” twirling

Shorn in flight, sent with a hundred and one spins

In falls’ October wind, falls in completion.


A birch is born.


Dark and silver, purity in light of night,

With bark that glows between doubt, of left or right,

Feeling lost on my path in winter’s moonless dome,


Last winter’s child,

Tall and slightly bending, guided me

Brightly home.


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28 responses to “A Different Child

  1. Brother Ollie

    April 9, 2015 at 11:18 am

    Solid work! It made me reflect on the birches in my back yard/forest.


  2. Loredana Donovan

    February 12, 2015 at 5:09 pm

    I do love birch ~ a different tree indeed as it stands out in its light among the rest. Lovely piece 🙂


  3. frederick anderson

    February 12, 2015 at 3:17 am

    Words so perfectly balanced, that take me home, too.


  4. Susie Clevenger (@wingsobutterfly)

    February 11, 2015 at 11:10 pm

    Beautiful, I especially like the second verse.


  5. Lisa Williams

    February 9, 2015 at 7:15 pm



  6. glmeisner

    February 9, 2015 at 5:20 pm

    I really like the feel of this one. Its like the birch shining at night.


  7. ebbtide

    February 9, 2015 at 1:36 pm

    that first stanza if breathtaking 🙂


  8. kaykuala h

    February 9, 2015 at 12:38 pm

    It insists in making its presence felt. The intensity and the propensity to survive reminiscent of the tenacity of certain people under tremendous odds. Very true ZQ!



  9. 1sojournal

    February 9, 2015 at 12:03 pm

    As a self-defined “sister to trees”, I find this both magical and deep with meaning. We, the trees and I, salute you,



  10. humbird

    February 9, 2015 at 11:40 am

    Love ‘“Helicopters” twirling

    Shorn in flight’
    ‘The Birch is born’ ~ like green flag for me: life is possible, it continues, let’s fly toward it! Thanks! 🙂


  11. himani

    February 9, 2015 at 9:42 am

    Beautifully written. Loved it.


  12. Jae Rose

    February 9, 2015 at 9:07 am

    This felt like finding a way to navigate a cold and sometimes harsh landscape…which is always a gift


  13. Grace

    February 9, 2015 at 6:38 am

    Lovely ode to nature – such a blessing if a birch is born ~


  14. arathi

    February 9, 2015 at 12:46 am

    ah the birth of birch in just took me to woods in the night..beautiful lines ZQ


  15. claudia

    February 8, 2015 at 11:37 pm

    there def is birth in the falling as well…


  16. Donna@Living From Happiness

    February 8, 2015 at 7:49 pm

    Beautifully penned as a new tree is born…


  17. Chris

    February 8, 2015 at 7:36 pm

    a birch is born – true poetry sir!


  18. kimnelsonwrites

    February 8, 2015 at 7:27 pm

    An avid gardener, horticulture writer and amateur naturalist, I am in love with and in awe of this poem!


  19. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)

    February 8, 2015 at 7:05 pm

    What a very beautiful image you have placed in my consciousness! Thank you.


  20. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    February 8, 2015 at 4:15 pm

    Those little helicopters.. we have them filling our garden sometimes.. and every now and then a little sapling comes forth.


  21. Gabriella

    February 8, 2015 at 2:25 pm

    Beautiful write!


  22. Mary

    February 8, 2015 at 2:24 pm

    I like the last stanza, ZQ. I like the way they bend and guide one home. Glad to see you again this week. Smiles.


  23. Gillena Cox

    February 8, 2015 at 2:19 pm

    sijo and haiku; lovely series

    have a good Sunday

    much love…


  24. Torie

    February 8, 2015 at 2:07 pm

    I love the feeling of being amongst trees. Lovely writing, ZQ 🙂


  25. Audrey Howitt

    February 8, 2015 at 1:30 pm

    Beautifully written! I am lucky enough to have a birch nearby–but seldom see them where I live


  26. Sherry Blue Sky

    February 8, 2015 at 1:24 pm

    This is beautiful – the birth of the birch tree, “last winter’s child”, and being guided safely home. Yay!


  27. jovisgoes

    February 8, 2015 at 1:00 pm

    Very well penned, and it brought back some nice memories, for which I thank you.


  28. brian miller

    February 8, 2015 at 12:22 pm

    smiles…we used to play with those helicopter seeds….
    nature takes care of its own…sending those seeds
    to where they will be…whether by wind, or bird…or even child…



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