birches

Not big on religion
I’m resting in poetry.
 
When D.’s dad lay dying
she read Robert
Frost to him
 
and grand white wings answered
swinging from their
own birches.
 
……………..Nan Lundeen
 
The Poet is grateful to Yemassee where “Birches” first appeared.
 

 

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