Nature
The Birch Keeps Its Own Counsel
A quiet woodland poem about listening before speaking.
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Read the written poem
The birch keeps its own counsel
under a shawl of rain,
each silver nerve of bark
remembering the hand of winter.
I stand beside it, almost speaking,
and learn the discipline of leaves.
Notes: A first draft for a spoken version with low room tone and light field recording.