Silver Birch,
Forever dancing,
Wet roots deep, holding fast,
Trunk curved
Toward the far bank,
Always gazing across the way.
Silver Naiad,
Still and thoughtful,
Wet feet, connected to earth,
Body curved
Toward the water,
Gazing always toward Olympus.
Note: This poem is dedicated to Line, a magical being, eyes ever upward, wings brushing our cheeks with joy.
34 thoughts on “Silver Naiad Reflections”
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Gorgeousness!
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Thanks, Cindy!
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This was purely enchanting Brenda, what a wonderful ode to write for someone. Magical words 🙂 x
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Wow this is awesome! Love your writings ~
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Thanks!! 🙂
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Lovely. I didn’t know that silver birch trees liked being so close to water.
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They grow all long rivers here. 🙂 And in the far north woods, in the bitter cold.
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We have them here but not near rivers as far as I know.
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Interesting. Maybe a different but related birch tree?
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Perhaps, so. Our birch trees send out masses of pollen/seed, and although they look pretty, their lifestyle is not! They are responsible for 90% of the mess in our house gutters.
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I don’t have a birch in my yard, but they are very sought after here, because of the white bark. No idea about the mess.
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If they were like our trees you would be very aware of it. Impossible not to be. I am glad yours are just beautiful and sought after.
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I love this, it is beautiful. “Wet feet connected to earth” Oh I can feel it.
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🙂 I’m so happy you can! The simpler the poem, the more effort!! Isn’t it funny that way?
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Yes it is my friend. Love it.
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Very well written Brenda . I loved the last three verses of the last stanza, particularly that you mentioned the Olympus.
A mystical poem, indeed ….
Hugs to you, Aquileana 😀
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I wondered if you would see that. LOL You read very carefully. I like that about you! 🙂 Now I wonder why the Greeks have been on my mind… could it be your posts!? Hugs to you! Brenda
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If my post triggered the mythological reference, then I am truly honored to know that.
Hugs right back at you, honey,
Aquileana 🙂
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beautiful, there is something so elegant about birch trees.
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Yes, they have such tortured shapes, like that young man in college whose hair fell over his eyebrow, and he always looked so worried and distracted…
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perfect response, brenda. spoken with the words of a poet –
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🙂 I’ve always loved to dream. 🙂
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Brenda, Lovely picture I would love to know when it was taken. It appears to be a chilly winter day. Take care, Bill
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My hubby and I were out on a date. We get a babysitter to stay with the kids about once a month. We had divine Chinese food. I’m partial to orange beef, hot and spicy. Then we walked along the river as the sun set. It was cold, and no decent color in the sky, but the trees were magnificent in bloom. This was taken Friday last week.
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I love Birch trees they are exactly like you describe. I also think the same of Line! What a doll! Fairy princess! 🙂
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LOL Your post is up. You should get a ping. 🙂
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I did! I so love it! A lot! I’ve already reblogged it and text JM who reblogged it on thinkingpink! We have a surprise for you too! JM just told me! I can’t wait for you to see it! 😀
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I’m going thru my comments, one by one, getting there like an inchworm. LOL I had to work this evening on a big project with my middle boy, and it took forever. Deep sigh from toes. 🙂 I have to say, we rocked it.
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OMG I rocked class projects! I miss them actually but I know what you mean it’s hard to get a A these days MOM right? I used to say to Alex, what did we get! 🙂 But you know it taught her how to research and come up with some fantastic topics. She blew everyone away when she got to nursing school. I hope your middle boy does well. It’s hard doing homework all night. Wait till they pass you up, that’s the oddest feeling. Well yours might not pass you but Alex sure did me. 😀
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I would be very pleased if they pass me up. The little dears. I always feel proud when they get an A and I know I helped. He’s still too young for letter grades, though. But the teachers write nice things on the papers. LOL I take my praise where I can get it! LOL We are so similar! My grandmother was a nurse.
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This is Exquisite Brenda!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂
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Thanks!! 🙂
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Oh, Brenda!! I was just sitting here wondering what a ping was, when this extraordinarily beautiful poem came into my inbox!!! 🙂 It is so loving, and wonderful, and sweet and heavenly!! 🙂 And I feel so very touched! My heart is bubbling and dancing and hopping and skipping around in joy!! 🙂 I will print this poem and paste it into my special Angel Book. That is a book where I keep record of all the Angel meetings I have had, and what these Angels have said to me (I mean Earth Angels), and so when I am feeling a little bit alone then I take the book out and read it 🙂 I carry that book with me everywhere at all times 🙂 It is my biggest treasure! 🙂 So now you will be “published” or featured in my very own Angel Book!!! 🙂 🙂 (and so will your gorgeous photo) So Congratulations! You are a published Angel Author! 🙂 Hihi! 🙂
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I am indeed honored. Wow! I couldn’t ask for more than that, my lovely friend. I feel a bit teary actually, you are so sweet. You are an Earth Angel, too. Hugs, Brenda
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