Birch woods spring,
Delicate stuttering,
Diaphanous muttering,
of sweetly invisible blooms.
Walking softly,
Someone
calling my name.
A hush ascends to listening.
Silvery streams beneath us,
whispering promises
as they wake.
Birch woods spring,
Delicate stuttering,
Diaphanous muttering,
of sweetly invisible blooms.
Walking softly,
Someone
calling my name.
A hush ascends to listening.
Silvery streams beneath us,
whispering promises
as they wake.
